Self-portrait
I always
Talk too much.
Laugh too much.
Feel too much.
Hurt too much.
I am a sinner
I am romantic pessimist
I don’t cry anymore.
Sometimes
The well has run dry.
I am but a withered and weathered
thing.
I am diamond.
Now watch me sparkle.
It’s my time to shine.
Sometimes
I am an ocean of emotion,
and poetry is one
of the few ways in which
I am able to express myself.
laughter rises.
Hands, cheeks, hearts,souls
all the same,
we find unity
in the chaos.
Unity in diversity should be more than words.
I have the courage...
every day
I quiver
Sometimes
Yes.
I have the courage-
I will rise
After every fall.
I will rise
and stand tall.
My identity is lost
Who am I?
My identity is lost
in moments of doubt.
I wonder who I am.
am I an example of how you should not be?
I feel so wrong
everywhere I go.
I seem
to never find happiness
I question it time to time.
