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That, I Am Not

A poem about identity.

By KBPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Ann Barry by Gilbert Stuart

To sit in uncomfortable silence with myself

Is like relearning how to ride a bike;

I shouldn't have to figure it out,

I should just know.


To live through the in between

Is deeply understanding some

While forgetting part of a whole;

All beknownst to them and not me.


It's taken miles to grow calmly

Into this grand peach tree

And yet unable to bear the fruit;

Perhaps I was struck in the storm.


Thus far, my reappearing act

Hasn't twinkled with magic

Nor basked in the secret word aloud;

It simply emerged slowly but surely.


The quiet serenity of learning

About the world and myself

In the shadows have been climacteric;

It didn't need to be loud–that, I am not.


The deep appreciation of becoming

Turned my miles into light-years;

It lit a burning sparkler

Into the once-dark sky.


And soon, the peach blossoms shall bloom.

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  • Grz Colm3 months ago

    Slowly but surely is the way to go! 😊 Lovely work!!

  • This was so profound and powerful! Loved your uplifting poem!

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