Waking up in a world so cold.
People going one way, the world in another.
Nothing held back because every speech people speak is bold.
One hand is supposed to wash the other.
Opening your eyes is a gift, everyday.
As soon as you step my way, here comes the raging storm.
The dark cloud, here they come clapping with thunder preparing to rain on my parade.
"So bring the rain." I say.
Laughter in the inside and bracing on the outside.
No matter how much the rain falls, they can't put my fire out.
Casting as much fear, and just as much doubt.
As the winds blow, as the dark lingers there is no sign of the calm.
It's hard being in the skin I'm in.
Yet your words knows no bounds.
Yet you can't trade shoes.
Yet you can't match my best.
Yet you much to say like the rest.
Yet to me win or lose, I know me.
I know I'm capable, I know me.
Take a deep breathe.
Breathe Again.
One more time.
After every storm there is a calm.
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My Inner Me
PoetryLiterary poems that feature some of the experiences discussed in the novel "Connecting With My Inner Me".
