Maybe

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    Maybe

    If you ever wondered who I was
        I can be a mystery of sorts
    A mom, a daughter, a friend
        Someone other than what most see

    I cannot imagine the visions that run through your mind
        I’m somewhat of a sinner and a saint
    Maybe a poet who can no longer write
        Just one of the masses, lingering on

    A burden or a blessing, time hasn’t revealed
        For my shadows have not yet hindered your sight
    Maybe I’m your saving grace
        Maybe, you are mine

    I may be your distraction
        Someone you needed in your heart
    Maybe I am your strength
        Something to fight for when there’s nothing left

    Maybe I am just passing through
        A burst of sunshine to light your way
    Or I could by chance, be something that grounds you
        When there’s no footing to be found

    You could ask me a million times who I was
        And every answer would change
    I’m part of what I hoped, and part of what I feared
        I’m a mix of life and loss

    I’m just another person
        Trying to find their way
    A bit uncertain
        But still holding on

    Maybe it’s me who has wondered who I was
        Confused and scared, I hid away
    It’s better to be guarded in this life
        So I used to think

    But funny thing about life
        It takes unexpected turns
    Destinations of unexpected places
        Journey’s welcoming arms

    I guess I’ve always wondered who I was
        A combination of all else
    I’m just another person
        Trying to fit into the bigger picture

    But today I realized that I am more
        I am someone who wants to become
    Someone who wants to feel, to touch, to believe
        To become better than I was before

    You speak few words
        But they challenge me
    Yours is a quite gentle inspiration
        Enduring awesome strength
       
    You have made me wonder who I am
        And I am starting to like what I see
    A d reamer, a hoper, a romantic
        I’m someone other than what most see

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    Strider commented on Maybe

    07-20-2009

    It is great when someone inspires our heart, you are certainly right with this poem. Nice one. I have read your other poems and I like the way you use simple languages to express youself.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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