I WILL carve my own path.
I WILL invent and re-invent myself as desired.
I WILL watch brown-bellied birds in a park and smoke my cigarette and write a poem. And in my mind, I will be able to fly.
I WILL philosophize when the flowers are in bloom and I will bask in the warmth of sunny afternoons. And when it rains I will stand still in the downpour, my face to the sky, letting watery tears spill down the length of my body, and then I will laugh out loud. Because umbrellas are for the safe and sheltered.
I WILL be neither safe nor sheltered. I will experience life, the joys and the pain, but brush off the latter and laugh instead at my own shortcomings.
I WILL not learn from my mistakes but will repeat them only in different sizes and forms and I may be the only person who admits that's what we all do anyways.
I WILL watch passers-by and wonder what secrets lie beneath those misguiding appearences. And those truths I find I will capture on film or maybe write a book about it. Each person that intrigues or disgusts me is only but a partial reflection of my own heart.
I WILL keep a fortified wall around my heart because some things are mine alone and emotions complicate sex. I will also break this rule unwillingly and my heart will bleed and pieces of me will be lost and I'll add another layer to the wall.
I WILL never fall in love. But I may allow myself to be hunted down and caught in strong arms that can tear down a brick wall miles thick. If there is such a person. Someday. Maybe.
I WILL never do anything because someone told me to or because everyone else is doing it. But I may compromise my integrity sometimes and then struggle not to hate myself for it.
I WILL learn to love myself and not obsess about numbers, mirrors, or bra sizes.
I WILL never regret the things I have done- they have made me the person I am today.
I WILL be independent and unique for there is no one exactly like me. And because of that, I will be free.
I WILL never stop being an artist, even if my books are never published, my photos never sold, and my music remains for my ears and heart alone.
And...I WILL wear my funky sunglasses indoors in winter.
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I wrote this about 7 months ago when I was coming through a really difficult personal struggle in my life. Finally, I reached a point where I had to make a decision: either let this thing kill me or pick myself up and learn how to live again. This poem reflects my decision to do the latter- to find strength within myself and break free.
PLUR,
kimmy
[This message has been edited by *SWeeT-e* (edited 20 January 2000).]
I WILL invent and re-invent myself as desired.
I WILL watch brown-bellied birds in a park and smoke my cigarette and write a poem. And in my mind, I will be able to fly.
I WILL philosophize when the flowers are in bloom and I will bask in the warmth of sunny afternoons. And when it rains I will stand still in the downpour, my face to the sky, letting watery tears spill down the length of my body, and then I will laugh out loud. Because umbrellas are for the safe and sheltered.
I WILL be neither safe nor sheltered. I will experience life, the joys and the pain, but brush off the latter and laugh instead at my own shortcomings.
I WILL not learn from my mistakes but will repeat them only in different sizes and forms and I may be the only person who admits that's what we all do anyways.
I WILL watch passers-by and wonder what secrets lie beneath those misguiding appearences. And those truths I find I will capture on film or maybe write a book about it. Each person that intrigues or disgusts me is only but a partial reflection of my own heart.
I WILL keep a fortified wall around my heart because some things are mine alone and emotions complicate sex. I will also break this rule unwillingly and my heart will bleed and pieces of me will be lost and I'll add another layer to the wall.
I WILL never fall in love. But I may allow myself to be hunted down and caught in strong arms that can tear down a brick wall miles thick. If there is such a person. Someday. Maybe.
I WILL never do anything because someone told me to or because everyone else is doing it. But I may compromise my integrity sometimes and then struggle not to hate myself for it.
I WILL learn to love myself and not obsess about numbers, mirrors, or bra sizes.
I WILL never regret the things I have done- they have made me the person I am today.
I WILL be independent and unique for there is no one exactly like me. And because of that, I will be free.
I WILL never stop being an artist, even if my books are never published, my photos never sold, and my music remains for my ears and heart alone.
And...I WILL wear my funky sunglasses indoors in winter.
******************
I wrote this about 7 months ago when I was coming through a really difficult personal struggle in my life. Finally, I reached a point where I had to make a decision: either let this thing kill me or pick myself up and learn how to live again. This poem reflects my decision to do the latter- to find strength within myself and break free.
PLUR,
kimmy
[This message has been edited by *SWeeT-e* (edited 20 January 2000).]
