I am who I am

I'm really not much of a poet. my poetry does not have a level of maturity that is "oh! so! great!".

When I was 11 I was perceived to be an aspiring poet, but I guess I never really strived to perfect the skills much. Thankfully I will spare you the "and my heart broke in two as I walked away from you!" stuff. That was more like, 14 and 15. Good stuff! a lot of emotion to push out in those days ya know! goodness... I sometimes miss those days. Back when I threw sabers around and dreamt about the future....

Anyway

My poem.

I wrote this for another writing class. I was not going to post it, but then I re-read it today, and it had this all new relevancy that just wasn't there before. God bless, don't forget... God's blessings are everywhere. It is easy to forget.

I am who I am

I am not some robot
manufactured to perform,
programmed before bed
with list's and suggestions
for reform.

I've read the books designed to
self improve,
highlighted, they sit on shelves
that never move.

I've battled the war against
they will,
scars etched in my armor,
limbs missing for the sake
of honor

I may not control the winds
of life,
or expect the
rain to fall, or have knowledge
on how the sun can change it all.

But please, you may have your
user manual, and your list of to do's.
I know these lists all to well,
of ways to self improve.

I am who I am,
manufactured in mysterious ways.
I am an adventure to be discovered,
in my own creative way.

Unscrew my bolts, unplug my charger,
I no longer wish to be a bother,

Because I am who I am,
and content I will be,
for now I see
all of the possibilities
that lay before me.

Sometimes I just feel like... who I am... is too much. As if a part of me is frantically groping around for balance. Sometimes, I really wish i could go back to being 15 again. At least I could blame that part of me on hormones, braces, bad hair, or something.