I wrote this poem four years ago. Things have changed so much in four years. It's stunning. I never thought I'd be here and be me. Life is so different. Even then life was good, though hard, but now life is incomparable. Kind of interesting to see how perceptions and opinions have changed.
December 3rd
of 2007
I am what I am.
I am the effort of a love that couldn’t work. I am what I am. I am someone
whose heart has been torn with disappointment. I am what I am. I am broken and
drowning in rejection. I am what I am. I am happy. I am quiet and crazy. I am
kind and relaxed. I am what I am. I am an optimist with a trend of depression.
I am what I am. I am someone who has been analyzed, critiqued, and disapproved
of. I am what I am. I am religious, true to my faith, and utterly sure of its
truth. I am what I am. I am in a struggle between the world and the right. I am
what I am.
I am a musician
and a dreamer. I am what I am. I am the lead actor in the play of my life. My
play is a tragedy, romance, and comedy. I am what I am. I am one who overlooks
faults for love and one who criticizes relentlessly. I am what I am. I am in a
battle to overcome what all thought would be the end. I am what I am. I am a
small person with a large mind. I am open and accepting. I am what I am. I am
the surprise in your stocking. Waiting for you to run down the stairs and
discover me. I am what I am. I am something you never wanted or needed, but
once you have me, you will never let me go.
