Another old poem
There’s a spirit within me,
Shouting its plea.
“Let me be kind,
Let me be mean,
Let me be smart,
Let me be stupid,
Let me be.”
There’s a spirit within me,
Who’s as pure as the trees.
Who says “please” and “sorry”,
And cleans up after parties.
There’s a spirit within me,
Who wears a mask over its face.
Who says the inappropriate,
And sniggers at others.
There’s a spirit within me,
Who can write wonderful worlds.
Who aces classes,
And is praised by many.
There’s a spirit within me,
Who fails to string together sentences.
Who blubbers when asked to speak,
And often ends up blank.
There’s a spirit within me,
And one in you.
They’re not exactly alike,
But neither are they the most different.
And that’s completely okay.
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
