I deserve, I deserve, taking care of me,
keeping healthy. Deserve being myself,
a self, a face, my face, my body.
Along the years, being me.
It's never late to be me,
do-re-me...music and flowers in mind,
colors inside, sun above.
Looking at my eyes in a mirror, eyes returning my look.
My loving eyes now recognizing my being.
Yeah, it's me again and again, along minutes,
hours, days, years. And essentially, at this very moment
of understanding that it's never too late to be me, to deserve
my being a creative me. To rise with morning airs,
to rest under a starred sky, to start over and over,
to be happy. And not a common concept of happiness.
Just my way.
YOU ARE READING
BEING MY BEING
PoetryA POEM One can discover him/herself along all their lives. I'm finding me, meeting my being and just expressing this feeling through a poem.
