I Am
I am a turtle, who finds comfort in its own shell.
I am a groundhog, scared of its own shadow.
I am the abandoned house at the end of your street, empty on the inside.
I am an unfinished book, hoping for a good ending.
I am misery reaching my hand out for company.
I am the skinniest tree in the forest crying out for sunlight.
I am a lost sock on the side of the street waiting for someone to find me.
I am hidden treasure, waiting for someone to claim me.
I am defeat and love, passion and heartache, disgrace and hope.
I am things yet to be discovered,
I am a girl waiting to be loved,
I am me, all of these hings and more but you wouldn't know...
Copyright © Lizzy Omolaja | Year Posted 2015
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