I wonder if I am the "me" I am supposed to be?
I hear questions,
I see confidence,
I want to exceed life's boundaries.
I am sharp of mind, yet tender of heart.
I pretend I can soar,
I feel fire from the sun,
I touch clouds, yet my feet remain planted.
I worry that I'm trapped in "the box",
I cry for the spark of surprise.
I am sharp of mind, yet tender of heart.
I understand when I fall a step short,
I say, I am my own life designer.
I dream I am more,
I try to share joy,
I hope to touch the world.
I am sharp of mind, yet tender of heart.
I am my own.
And I share that with you.
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I loved (and obviously chose) this Mama Kat prompt this week: "Create your own I Am poem using this template."
