Poetic drabbles 1

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I look in the mirror and I see… me.
The me that always was
The me that should have been
The me that has struggled so long and so hard to simply be.

For so long, I looked and I saw him
The him I tried to be
The him I could never be
The him that was ever destined to simply be a role.

Are we not all players on a celestial stage, seeking our roles?
Few find them.

And yet I… I have been privileged
To know myself
To know who and what I am

To realize that I am an actor

And to know that the role is over.

To know that I can no longer be a caterpillar

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You make me glad

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even if thismaight be all I'll know of you!

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

It is funny, not ha ha funny

It is funny, not ha ha funny but hard to explain funny, that I picked this poem to read from you after seeing your post on my blog. It fits what was on my mind perfectly. I love it.