The Real Me

As the years pass

and I get older

I feel the hands

of those departed

resting on my shoulder.

They bring with

them a sense of

calm and serenity

that lets me pause

for a minute to

confirm my identity.

After a lifetime of

worry about what

others may think

I have found

my purpose with the

help of a little ink.

Instead of storing

my feelings in my head

I decided to write

them down so that

they could be read.

Now that I am

able to set

my troubles free

people are finally

seeing the real me,

A different version

whose thoughts

have no limits

and now who

treasures a life that

no longer prohibits.

white printer paper with black and silver gel pen on top
Photo by Pixabay on


2 thoughts on “The Real Me

  1. Beautifully Written!

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