Poem: Being Me

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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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12 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautifully written. 🙂

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  2. wolfnowl says:

    I’ve always leaned a little myself… 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  3. “song of the breeze” love that! Such a positive poem reaching out to grow! Loved it Sumyanna!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. What a beautiful post! Swaying with the breeze is always more natural than standing straight and tall. We should always just be ourselves!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      So very true. Thank you!

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  5. robbiecheadle says:

    This poem has definitely made me reflect.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

      Liked by 1 person

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