me stry

butterfly-1

Where am I hiding

What it is I cannot see

Beneath the layers

Was told what to be

How to be and where to go

As I followed blind

Something inside knew

Part of me did not agree

With another’s truth

Slowly but surely

I walked discovery’s path

Of the real me

Each day I find more

Digging for buried treasure

To own my soul’s gold

I set myself free

To explore and celebrate

The mystery me

© 2016 Annette Rochelle Aben

13 responses to “me stry

  1. Tina's Faerie Files

    It’s a wonderful feeling to find ones freedom. Enjoy!

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  2. I especially love the last two lines!

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  3. The path to personal discovery can be a beautiful one. Enjoy 🙂

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  4. I was a bit worried about what direction this poem was going– my own interpretaion – I thought it was about abuse but I am glad to see it is much more uplifting. Im not saying people shouldn’t express themselves writing about traumatic experiences. I am glad that yours isn’t 🙂

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  5. I love this, Annette 💖💖💖

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