dreaMCometrue,
Literary: I Am
Most days have different routines
Such as beating some eggs
or brewing coffee beans
But when I wake up,
I am something new,
Something that isn't quite me,
Yet something quite true.
I am the sun that shines
On these asphalt streets
Smiling courteously and such
With merry ringing greets
I am the rose that tells
Of quiet love stories
Hushed by terrible fears
Yet innocent worries
I am midnights filled with thoughts
Dying moments in ink
With flaws kissed by blots
I am the morning rush
Racing figures and lines
As canvas meets brush
I am tragic as they tried
I am tough, tested, and tried
I am gentle and soft
I am one who once thought
That I am one who could not.
Yet I am young with these plans in mind
And with my roaring soul,
With these fears free,
I am no longer blind
And these dreams are what make me,
As I write, as I love, as I learn
As I thank,
As I draw, as I believe, as I yearn
From now on, I will forever be
The girl who can,
Because I am me.
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