Me, Myself and I
I am not sure when I began to think,
but by the time I had reached six I was;
from horror, I was in a crannied chink,
having seen death take and that gave me pause.
I was so quiet within me but thought,
things swirled in my child's mind in the silence;
in my short life a battle has been fought,
but inward thoughts gave me self-reliance.
I have known that I am quite different,
and believed that my past has made me flawed;
now inward thinking is deliberate,
some think me odd but from dark I have clawed.
My thinking patterns are totally mine;
where with happiness, sorrow, grief- I twine.
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September 10, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Me, Myself and I
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-868-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Who am I Me ?
sponsor, Shreya LN, Judged 09/22/2021
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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