I Am The Sum Of All Of Me
by Barbara Lynn Terry
Friday, June 02, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
There are those who are the sum of their parents; their attitudes, their genealogy, as well as their physical attributes. Then there are those of us, who are just the sum of being an individual.
I Am The Sum Of All Of Me
by Barbara Lynn Terry
I was born from the parts
of a father and of a mother.
I was taught in the arts
of reading, writing and other
things that would let me live
a life so that I may teach
others joy so they may give
freely and highly reach
for that eluded impossible dream
that each of us it seems,
cannot make come true .
I am not the sum of those that made me
because their narrow minds could not see
the scars they were creating in my soul
so deep that I may never be whole.
I am the sum of she that has always been
but may never be allowed to be seen
through all the abuse, sadness and strife
that has been created through my life
by the woman who bore this girl in me
and who refused to see my need
for happiness, acceptance and love.
So as I wake another day to be
I see the reflection of she
that has caused my life
to be filled with misery day and night
because she was so afraid I just might
not have to live, struggle and fight
for the life I have a God given right
to be, the sum of all of me.
© 2006 by Barbara Lynn Terry
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I Am The Sum Of All Of Me
Could be the poem written by ant of the members, here. I can feel the inner pain from coping with the inner need to be complete in mind, body, and soul. I pray that all here find PEACE.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
All of me?
Hey all,
No-one knows ALL of me, not even me. I show different parts of myself to different people. That has gotten me into trouble a couple of times, online, as here I show mostly my feminine side and almost none of the male. Once I was challenged, to phone or be shunned by a chat-community. In the end I phoned and eventually came out in the chatroom too but it was hard. Another time it was that some chat-friends were planning to drive through Winnipeg and would have DEFINITELY wanted to see me, again I came clean with them and it cost me a friend. In real life I have many friends who know of this side of me but VERY few who WELCOME Hope. Most - tollerate, some accept and a very few who reject me. I guess that makes me one of the fortunate few here who haven't been actually attacked for our gender issues. If anyone is REALLY interested I'm on FaceBook as Hope Reigns (They wouldn't accept a middle name there)
I suppose this isn't really a response to the poem but a reaction to it. I can relate to some of the sentiments in the poem and appreciate the effort it took to post it, Thank you.
with love,
Hope
with love,
HER
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.