LEARNING TO BE ME

My poem, my poem,

is done, it’s done,

I have left to say to anyone

About me, about you

about anything at all

I’m done, I’m done,

It’s time to bawl

It’s time to cry, it’s time to heal

It’s time I learn how to feel

Feel the good, and feel the bad

Feel the happy, and feel the sad

Learn to feel without falling apart

Learn to love without losing my heart

Learn to cope, and learn to hope

Learn to live, and learn to give

Learn to be me, and only me.