Monday, February 20, 2012
I am a summer rain ... serene.
I am a hurricane ... a powerful being.
Unstoppable as lava ... my creativity keeps flowing.
Constant as the galaxy ... my Dreams keep on going.
But when I look in my mirror what do I see? A wilted little wallflower reflected back at me. Yet the person I’ve been on the outside does not reflect the truth within. That timid little creature is not who I really am.
Shrunken by lies,
we’ve all worn the stain of society’s smudge.
Opinions, they have no real effect.
And insults? They’re really a foreign dialect.
The fog is clearing from my mirror and at last now I can see,
That what others say and think should not influence me.
Because we have the power to determine our own Destiny;
We have the drive to fulfill our call,
and we're not flowers growing against the wall.
So this is who I choose to be:
I am the tides ... untamable.
I am the skies ... uncontainable.
Strong as a child ... I wear my Heart on my sleeve.
I’m not afraid to be the real me.
But the true question is still to be asked, although I’ve made my choice at last.
In the war of individuality,
Who will you decide to be?