Finding Me
Finding Me
Many an emotion prancing by: joy, sadness, wonder and drag,
Some chronic wounds with piercing needles, some odd tatters in my bag,
I am learning to pick them up, piece by piece, to pull worn out strings,
I am learning to undo the done, to sew my own power wings
To fly deep inside, to find a little more of me today than I knew yesterday,
To question my questions, but also my answers along the way,
To find who I am, to discover just me,
And to smile at me and just say “I love you unconditionally”