I wrote this poem in different colored permanent markers in my art journal, hence the different colored text. It’s about acknowledging I’m a work in progress and hoping the people in my life accept and support my crazy form of progression.
December 12, 2019
Will You Accept Me as I Am?
please forgive me all my ails.
for I have not yet set sail
The grit still on my nails
and self doubt like hail
All around me the storm begins
Will you seek shelter?
or through the chaos grin?
I wish, for you, I had more to give.
I know this is no way to live
My mind like a sieve.
you, yes
me, moot
my life is a fib.
Ever since the crib.
until now – ad lib
Let me cry.
Let me fall.
Let me get high
then let me stall
until I do it again.
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Note:
Picture from Pexel’s Free Photo Library