Young.<\/p>\n
Standing up for what I believe,<\/p>\n
Refusing to relinquish what I want,<\/p>\n
Or who, or what I am,<\/p>\n
Battling for my rights,<\/p>\n
Pushing back against the hand of wisdom,<\/p>\n
Leaning into the strong wind,<\/p>\n
Out shouting the thunder,<\/p>\n
Being who I am.<\/p>\n
Being true to who I am!<\/p>\n
I will be me!<\/p>\n
I will! I will! My will!<\/p>\n
Bending only to gain,<\/p>\n
Always returning to form.<\/p>\n
I must be me.\u00a0 I must be me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Still young, but not as much.<\/p>\n
Black is black.<\/p>\n
White is white.<\/p>\n
People are what they are.<\/p>\n
Not knowing they are also a who.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve shouted at the sun,<\/p>\n
Screamed at the silent moon.<\/p>\n
Parents are parents,<\/p>\n
Loving me always,<\/p>\n
The sun watching over me in the light,<\/p>\n
At night, the moon stands guard,<\/p>\n
They are there, always there,<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t understand who they are,<\/p>\n
Just that they are.<\/p>\n
If my point is made,<\/p>\n
I am satisfied.<\/p>\n
I know they have feelings.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know they have feelings.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Learning.<\/p>\n
Sharing my life with,<\/p>\n
A person who chooses to share with me.<\/p>\n
Being who I am,<\/p>\n
I am who I am.<\/p>\n
Take me as I am,<\/p>\n
Unwilling to lose what I know,<\/p>\n
To be the best gift to the rest of my life.<\/p>\n
Is what I am the most important thing?<\/p>\n
What I am,<\/p>\n
Is it really what I want to always be?<\/p>\n
Am I willing to be someone different?<\/p>\n
Will I cease to be me if I change?<\/p>\n
Who then am I if not me?<\/p>\n
Snakes shed their skin because of growth.<\/p>\n
To me, am I, what matters most?<\/p>\n
Or is it those who love me?<\/p>\n
Who I love?<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
What I am,<\/p>\n
Who I will be,<\/p>\n
What I will be,<\/p>\n
Who or what matters more,<\/p>\n
Than whom I love?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Moving along.<\/p>\n
A rose petal squeezed tightly in a fist,<\/p>\n
Loses its beauty,<\/p>\n
Where is it?<\/p>\n
Is it?<\/p>\n
Shedding of skin is an ordeal,<\/p>\n
It is uncomfortable,<\/p>\n
There is risk involved.<\/p>\n
Vulnerability is inevitable.<\/p>\n
But the prize is worth it.<\/p>\n
One is lonely.<\/p>\n
Loneliness can be adapted to,<\/p>\n
But it is not what I want.<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
Will not keep me happy.<\/p>\n
Who I share my life with,<\/p>\n
Will.<\/p>\n
Not knowing how to change,<\/p>\n
Or how much to,<\/p>\n
Is bewildering and frightening.<\/p>\n
But my rose petal is more beautiful,<\/p>\n
Than I.<\/p>\n
For my rose petal I will grow.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately my heels,<\/p>\n
Dig deep furrows.<\/p>\n
With trepidation,<\/p>\n
I allow myself,<\/p>\n
To be dragged,<\/p>\n
And pushed.<\/p>\n
For my rose,<\/p>\n
For my rose,<\/p>\n
For others.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Moving further.<\/p>\n
Who were,<\/p>\n
Who are,<\/p>\n
The sun and the moon?<\/p>\n
Does the sun cry when,<\/p>\n
It is out of sight,<\/p>\n
And the moon is standing guard?<\/p>\n
Does the moon cry,<\/p>\n
When not on duty,<\/p>\n
When out of sight?<\/p>\n
It hurts me to know,<\/p>\n
That I didn\u2019t know,<\/p>\n
They hurt,<\/p>\n
Like me.<\/p>\n
Like me,<\/p>\n
They were doing,<\/p>\n
Their best,<\/p>\n
And feeling very,<\/p>\n
Very unappreciated.<\/p>\n
I am wounded,<\/p>\n
Adolescence is a period of time,<\/p>\n
Not an excuse.<\/p>\n
Who I am is not as important,<\/p>\n
As my parents knowing,<\/p>\n
I love them.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Something New.<\/p>\n
A miracle in my arms.<\/p>\n
Loving what I hold,<\/p>\n
More than who I am,<\/p>\n
What I am.<\/p>\n
My miracle is more,<\/p>\n
Than all I am,<\/p>\n
Or will be.<\/p>\n
Sharing the miracle,<\/p>\n
With the one who shares,<\/p>\n
My life,<\/p>\n
Is more precious,<\/p>\n
Than who I am.<\/p>\n
Or anything I could be.<\/p>\n
Anything I could be,<\/p>\n
Or would want to be.<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
What I want to be,<\/p>\n
Is not as important,<\/p>\n
As what I must be,<\/p>\n
What I must become,<\/p>\n
For those who love me,<\/p>\n
Those whom I love.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Another something new.<\/p>\n
Worry crept into my life,<\/p>\n
Could I ever love,<\/p>\n
Another miracle,<\/p>\n
As I have loved,<\/p>\n
My first?<\/p>\n
Silly to worry,<\/p>\n
The answer is yes.<\/p>\n
Miracles are not the same,<\/p>\n
They come at different times,<\/p>\n
Accomplish different things.<\/p>\n
They give something new to your life,<\/p>\n
Something unique to your life.<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
Is not as important,<\/p>\n
As who I need to be,<\/p>\n
Who I want to be.<\/p>\n
Then why are there still,<\/p>\n
Furrows beneath my heels?<\/p>\n
Perhaps they are not as deep,<\/p>\n
But they are there.<\/p>\n
Lamentation sometimes,<\/p>\n
Overwhelms me,<\/p>\n
Sorrow holds me tightly,<\/p>\n
Around my throat,<\/p>\n
As the furrows remain,<\/p>\n
Behind my heels.<\/p>\n
Will the furrows ever just,<\/p>\n
Go away?<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
Is not,<\/p>\n
Want I want to be.<\/p>\n
It is not worth,<\/p>\n
Protecting.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Half way.<\/p>\n
I shed my skin,<\/p>\n
With great anticipation.<\/p>\n
I want to be uncomfortable,<\/p>\n
To be vulnerable,<\/p>\n
If it benefits,<\/p>\n
Who I love.<\/p>\n
Me,<\/p>\n
My will,<\/p>\n
Who am I,<\/p>\n
What am I,<\/p>\n
Is a sand dune,<\/p>\n
Changed by the wind.<\/p>\n
A willing sand dune.<\/p>\n
I am not,<\/p>\n
What I was,<\/p>\n
Not what I will be,<\/p>\n
Lacking what I should be,<\/p>\n
For those I love.<\/p>\n
They matter.<\/p>\n
If I fade,<\/p>\n
And they grow bright,<\/p>\n
Joy is mine.<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
Is one who want to be,<\/p>\n
What I am not yet.<\/p>\n
More happiness,<\/p>\n
Lies ahead,<\/p>\n
As I become,<\/p>\n
Who I will be,<\/p>\n
And leave behind,<\/p>\n
Who I was,<\/p>\n
I am pleased.<\/p>\n
Changing for love,<\/p>\n
Loving to change.<\/p>\n
Fortunately,<\/p>\n
The sun and moon,<\/p>\n
Also the rose,<\/p>\n
And my miracles,<\/p>\n
Are still there.<\/p>\n
Who I am,<\/p>\n
Shows in<\/p>\n
Their eyes.<\/p>\n
I must keep,<\/p>\n
Changing.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Molding me.<\/p>\n
I look to Him,<\/p>\n
Who always watches,<\/p>\n
And never sleeps.<\/p>\n
He who has always,<\/p>\n
Always,<\/p>\n
Loved me.<\/p>\n
Me,<\/p>\n
Always changing me.<\/p>\n
He molds me,<\/p>\n
Lovingly.<\/p>\n
Molding fast when I can bear it,<\/p>\n
Slow when that is right.<\/p>\n
He sees the furrows behind my heels,<\/p>\n
He does not give up,<\/p>\n
But His Hands are on me,<\/p>\n
With me,<\/p>\n
Guiding me to get,<\/p>\n
Where I need to be,<\/p>\n
And am far from.<\/p>\n
He is patient,<\/p>\n
But busy.<\/p>\n
The example,<\/p>\n
Is Him.<\/p>\n
What I want,<\/p>\n
Is to be like Him,<\/p>\n
That will be the best,<\/p>\n
For all.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
IHS\u00a0 Circa 1986<\/p>\n
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