To Be Me

I just want to be me again.
No more the endless masquerades
of what I ought to be just to appease
the wrath of someone else's soul.

Free and kind of quirky and yet
real and extraordinary. Uniquely all
that I am meant to be. Worthy of
much more than any preset attitude.

For I have born much more than
anyone I've ever come to know.
Now I seek the peace of just one
living, loving afterglow.

I've traveled to so many other worlds
within my mind. Flying high and
sinking deep into the endless sky.
The memories are all behind me now.

Before me lies an open book,
blank page a snowy white.
Boundlessly, it beckons me
to fill it with the sight of all I am.

Bright white, the light expands
itself in being. Nothing more or
less will ever do. The butterfly
transcends itself, awakening
from its cocoon of sleepy reverie.

I just want to be me again.
E'er becoming newly born.
Flowing like the ever changing wind.
The end and the beginning are
the very same to me. For I am I,
and always will I be this unity.

? Michaelette ?

2/23/2002
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