Is how I feel what others see
Who am I to them and to me.
I sat and pondered on that thought
The more I did an answer I sought.
What I stand for in my head
Seemed so clear and put to bed.
Though I come to realise talk is cheap
A conscience clear a path set steep.
My actions are what I will be judged
Morals known refuse to budge.
To be honest and true is my goal
The choices I make will show it whole.
I will make it clear and must on my own
My identity I am, my identity now known.
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Kyle Preedy
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Comments (2)
This reminded me of when Albus Dumbledore said, "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." Loved your poem so much!
This is an interesting and thought-provoking poem. well done and welcome to the platform!