I'm Just Me


I can only be what I was made to be-- me.

I see people all around me, 

talking, bashing, criticizing.

When I hold my instrumental pen, 

that illuminates the depth of my soul,

I feel free-- as if being appreciated whole.

I will never understand the ease and contentness I feel from writing,

but I will appreciate the freeing of my soul that it allows, ing.



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