Self Poem

I am battery acid on wood

Striving to be as honest as

A lover should be to her partner,

Hence, should be.

In a matter of days,

I made four great errors.

(I learned and I was forgiven.)

I feel the need to hide reality

Because conformity

As vast as jupiter

yet not as vast as the universe

Takes up space around me.

The other planets- planets of love, determination, loyalty (to me and to others,)

Are my dream destinations.

To a social worker and a veteran I was born,

Siblings with a veteran.

While others fight or play ball with their brother,

Mine fought in Iraq and plays ball with his children.

Next door lives a friend who

listens to me, defends me, loves me.

We adventure, aspire, and admire

The stars in the sky and the stars in life. (We like to let them know we think they are stars.)

The moon knows loneliness.

It is the only thing to orbit the earth.

I am the only one to be me.

But,

I conquer potential senses of isolation with self love, socialization,

and support.

Pain settles in my chest and sucks enthusiasm out of me

like a vacuum filled with lamented love.

To dance, to inspire someone’s smile, aids my defeat of that obstacle.

I will be happy, I said.

I am happy.