Is it me
That falters and falls
Tripping over understanding.
Is it me
That can’t keep balance
When change throws life asunder.
Is it me
That stutters through the day
When I need my voice to be clear.
Is it me
That get’s it wrong
And can’t figure out why.
Is it me
That get’s it right
And can’t see how.
Is it me
Who’s thoughts and ideas
Clutter and block my ability to think.
Is it me
Who wants and needs
What this world cannot meet.
Is it me
Who reaches out to touch the brush
To canvas that remains blank.
Is it me
Who reaching high
Remains forever grounded.
Is it me
Who struggles and succeeds
Spectacular or not.
Is it me
When weak or disheartened
Strength is found, unknown how.
Is it me
Who laughs with tears
And cries with laughter.
Is it me
Who dreams and wishes
Okay with what is real.
Is it me
Never fully awake
Never fully asleep.
Is it me
Wondering about the curious
Thinking outside of fact.
Is it me
Seeing without knowing
Believing without seeing.
It is me.
It is me.
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