A different me

I am a different me,
a version of my own self.
I am a different me, carved in the trunks of trees.
My life the branches blooming wild.

I am a different me,
               stronger than my small body signifying a child still lived, but yet still doesn’t know when to bloom.

I am a different me,
still the same but wiser. But yet I am becoming a Different me

Reviews

[Nic Willey]

Very interesting. Not the best judge of poetry. But it definitely flowed.

[Zachary]

Thank you very much, for your feedback....