I am always my authentic self in my works, but admittedly if it isn’t well received I find myself doing that dance with self doubt. I love the positive feedback that I receive from the transparency that is displayed along my journey through my writing, but I need not let that be a determining factor for validity. Here is my poem “Identity.”
While some of society throws their bibles at the misunderstood
(is it funny?)
Mix in “Some of this and some of that”
I can’t stop studying!
My quest for knowledge has been centered around helping and understanding others.
But one missed clause is –
I FORGOT ABOUT MY DAMN SELF
(why does she share so much?)
Either she could no longer be here and OTHERS can tell her story
She could be here to tell it herself.
She stands on her vulnerability
Ten toes down rather than facing up
Nature walks on the soil
Rather than being one with it
Snap out of it, zoning out
(She’s so weird)
The fine line between brilliance and insanity.
While society throws their bibles at the misunderstood
There may have been pieces of herself in which she lacked but what she does have
It’s okay. She’s fine. Are you?