"Beginnings..."

Yes

"Beginnings…"

 

We reach into our unknowns

because we just HAVE to

…finally.

People expect us to become -

them

and when we become us

well

sometimes they understand -

and sometimes they don't.

It is HARD being a me…

as hard as it is to be …you.

All both of us can do

is try.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem explains my life. I started out being true to myself as most young people do, then my spirit got squashed by all the obligations life places on us. Nobody ever liked the wishy-washy people-pleasing person I tried to make myself into, so I reverted back to my old offensive self. I don't think anyone really notices us misfits nowadays with all the fomenting going on (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[K writes]

This world is crazy and i just live to live it, this is very well said

[Chris]

Chuckling here..."So say we all." Neat how our thoughts reflect ...isn't it?

[K writes]

oh i just love this world! it is as neat as a chicken's pen... wink.

[Chris]

Smiles... isn't it though!

[K writes]

i just wrote a new write about this life and it's politicians... have i said too much.. Life is a subject of its own... LOL

[Carola]

how very true chris !!
parents particularly have an unrealistic expectation that we will be a clone of their persona.
probably the root cause of most family frictions.
cheerio carola

[Kerra]

NOW this is a write, filled with truth, the world is quick to judge. I like this. it's how i feel at times. It's easy to be ourselves but others make it hard at times. Nicely said

[Chris]

Well "hello". Nice of you to pause. You ARE good with coffee too.

[Kerra]

LOVE my coffee.... it takes me 3 cups to greet the day :)

[Chris]

I use a Ninja now and for the last few years... any size cup - fresh brewed - on demand.

[Kerra]

I have a Mr. Coffee that holds 12 cups...

[Chris]

I did too when they first came out. A Keurig too (actually several) but this is the third Ninja System... works great til it doesn't. Chuckling here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh does this hit home!
So many years until I felt acceptance from my folks for the real me. I think they expected me to become them and just didn't understand me being different, not wanting the same things as they, dressing as they, wearing my hair to suit them...manners notwithstanding.....and a few other traits I picked up from them along the way....their admittance in later years that I wasn't so bad, maybe even good...
I can live well with that now that they are gone.
damn, Chris, this poem struck a nerve.
I appreciate when a poem can do that.
j.