When the night calls
I often find myself wanting to be someone new
Trying to find out what sort of person I am
Some of this is discovering what was already there
Discovering The things I can't change even if i wanted too
But much of it is creating an individual i enjoy
Becoming the person I want to be
Painting in progress
Today I am a book you love to read but have yet to crack the spine of
Today I am a flower growing into and learning what could be
Today I am a strange dream you're still trying to remember
Today I am an old diary you like to look at from when you were young
Today I am coffee on the porch this sunday morning
Today I am a friendship bracelet you have yet to take off
Today I am am being tired the morning after a late night
Can't wait to come home
I can't wait for the day where My body feels like my own
The moment I look and in the mirror and feel like I'm looking at me can't come soon enough
When I hear my own voice and It feels like a home
When my body matches my brain
You haven't lost anyone
When people say they've lost their daughter they grieving someone who never really existed
I love them they know it's true
But I never really was a girl
Maybe they miss an unhappy half baked version of me
But still that I don't understand
Why would you miss someone who wasn't themselves
Why would you miss the kid who didn't see the point
I'm me now I'm the happy kid I've always been
So you haven't lost anyone
YOU ARE READING
The colors of spring and winter
PoesiaA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...
