Singing the Story of Me
Contemplating whether or not, at the core of my being, lies an omni-present demon, lurking in the shadows. I believe…I KNOW…that he continues to lurk, but that he will not dictate my life. I am proud of who I am. Yes, I am proudly singing the story of me.
For peace of mind to be a piece of me,
A piece of me I must give.
To truly find serenity,
Means my life will be mine to live.
But to ignore a part of what makes me, me:
To wholly tell me tale.
Showing only acts one and three
But in act two is the big unveil.
Cutting the fat – leaving me lean –
free to fill the hole
Ridding me of this cancer has made me feel clean;
But now filth invades my soul.
This disease they cut out, was not a disease at all
T’was a foundational piece of core.
Imperfections no matter how small
Teach us how to endure.
Peace was within me all alone
Fallible while I may be
Every misstep adds words to my song
Proudly singing the story of me.