What if I wasn't me?
Who would I be?
Would I be stronger, braver, have confidence?
Or would I be a doctor, maybe the best?
What could I accomplish, what would my dreams be?
Could I reach out and touch them for all to see?
Would I be an actor, a singer, a dancer?
Things I am terrible at now suddenly have potential.
I could go on forever, imagining this fantasy,
Though I am grateful that I am me.
For who can say where those roads would lead me,
How would I truly know if I was happier doing any of those things?
Be yourself, you owe it to you.
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
