I am more...
I’m not all you see,
I no longer wish to feel the rain,
I want to feel more like me.
Struggled and fought
I desire to be more then
The sum of what they’ve told me to be,
Told me I was...
I believed...
Now, through the parting of the clouds I can plainly see…
Clarity..... that I can do anything!
I am not a cookie cutter clone;
I don’t fit inside a formula box,
Refreshing to finally begin to learn
That I am more...
That I’m stronger then I thought.
Though weakness clouds my sun,
If I just hold on and, take a walk,
I will become.
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