Poem: Being Me

 

I could not help but find a story here… what a beautiful lean.

 

Being Me

 

It’s never easy

Growing sideways

In a world where

Everything is celebrated

Up and down.

The rules for standing

Etched upon my skin

And yet I bend

I waver

I lean.

I want to touch

the sun

With my

Outstretched limbs.

I want to sway

In the song

Of the breeze.

Some say,

Rules are meant

To be broken

Yet in truth,

They stand

In solid salute,

Their shadows

Mocking

My paltry lean

And I can’t help but ponder,

What does it matter

Anyway?

Whether I stand still

Or I lean,

I cannot help

Being me.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

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