Becoming

As I live each day, each month , each year,
I learn, I grow, I'm reaching near,
To the one thing that I long to be,
Less of them and more of me.
I learn to laugh through times of pain,
and know without there is no gain.
I learn that life's not always fair,
but always choice is waiting there.
I laugh, I cry, I sit, I dance,
I sing, I scream, I take a chance,
I'm learning, teaching, wanting, needing,
longing, hiding, sowing, weeding.
Every day is something new,
Every way a different view.
Each moment becomes a piece of me,
Till I am who I'm meant to be.

Reviews

[KAnderson]

Yes, though some believe being individual is outmoded, I do not and agree with the sentiments. Nice work.

[BrockGirl]

Thanks so much

[Rene Salinas]

what a nice flowing melody. It is a sequence of unfolding events that could relate to many. It is because of that universailty that one feels attracted and invited to continue. As one gets close to the end it has become and invogorating experience wanting to open and to see new things with my renewed eyes.

Thankyou

[BrockGirl]

Thanks so much for you kind words

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I like your choice of words in this wonderful rhyming story of coming of age and growing into your own. It is nearly a written like a prayer, a solemn pledge to you and your future. I like the wisdom here as well. Very nice capture! Kath

[BrockGirl]

Thanks so much. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy edge]

I will read more. Read this again and it just makes me think how we "become" thru many stages don't we. Really like this.... :)

[Mazie]

Beautiful poem :) I like the flow and the rhyme, and aside from that it is very relate-able! Nice work :)

[BrockGirl]

Thank you for your input. I really appreciate it