Me

Me

The person inside
thee, I -
thy, all there is
within

all my life, and yet,
so much more, quite frankly
I often miss

I've been carried, caressed softly, left
to my own devices freely,
pushed swiftly in the behind, and for
good reason, 

I've been lonely, I've been sad, 
and exhilarated to the fullest by the simplest
little thing, 

I have wanted, I have been given, 
I have embarrassed me, myself by 
mistakes I have made, or just because
I was unaware of my own faults,
and then I was, in front of others,
or simply by happenstance, later figuring
out the same thing could happen to anyone

So, Me, has always thought
a lot about life, and just like anyone
wonders a whole a lot about direction, 
empathy, love, etc...

I don't know if it ever gets any easier.
There are always these difficult stances where
you want to just kind of scream, but you holdout
for better days

so blah, and also I do hope for a better world
I hope people can love more, realize we need 
one another.

I, me, thee, I will try to help out when and where 
I can to that end.

I want peace, I want diversity, I want freedom
for all, and I want better days for those who 
need help the most.

That's a big scope of stuff I'm talking about 
I know. 

And I guess I don't know how to write poetry
well. Which is quite evident I suppose.

Peace!

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