Laying here thinking to myself, I’d rather be me than anyone else
I’m running and crashing and trying to break free. I’m slipping and falling, what is wrong with me?
My outward appearance seems to be the same. People still notice me and address me by my first name.
But I, I, I am transforming inside of myself. I’d rather be me, more than anyone else.
Fold me inside out and I am still as I appear, but I’m different, more than I was last year.
Bending, twisting, and breaking the chains, that were tied to the old me.
The image of myself still looks the same.
But I am the image of peace, my beauty has been released
I am the image of my own Wings.
Now watch me, be free.
By Diana Ramsey