poetry

 

 

       

Self Portrait

Before you say who I am,
I must first find myself
freed
from the bad advice
and flattering applause,
of sideline voices
and those inside my head.
Cross currents of agendas
and wind-chilling judgements.
To reconcile inward discord
and outward appearances. 
This is not for the faint-hearted,
assailed by the unrelenting elements
of wind and tide,
until all that is left
is,
what remains.
Only then can I
be
be- coming
me.

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