Spirituality, Growth
The Real Me Stands Up
The Lark poetry competition
Hello, goodbye Embrace, reject Who am I I laugh, I cry No pre-select Ignore, reflect
I dance, I sit I leap, I flop Just handle it With good ol’ wit Another teardrop When will they stop
Shy, outspoken Giddy, troubled A heart once broken A weary one’s token Worries oft doubled Love, frozen, not bubbled
Steadfast, falter unique, false claim I shudder; alter A public halter In silent shame I take the blame
Speedy, swift; dillydally Shape up or ship out Quickly decide; shillyshally Flashlight in a darkened alley An answer without a doubt From meek pools, passions shout
In or out; out or in One of the others; I must choose Blend or fade; lose or win Rise and shine; shed my skin Sulk in silence, then I lose Conformity; self-inflicted bruise
Lead or follow; boogie or lag Agree, disagree; a feeble unsure Evolving are not rights to brag But giving in waves the white flag An unwilling allegiance is unpure My decision is final; I want more
So, Up I stand, the real me All altered versions blow away Seasons change; now I am free Worldly blindness; they can’t see My inner yearnings; I can not stray The real me stands; no more delay