The Real Me

From somewhere within,

a voice calls out

‘Yes?” I turn to look

but see no one.

As I walk down life’s path

a shy flower raises its head

but is lost in the green of the bushes

before I can know it

The real me is trying

to step up on life’s stage

and play her part

“Who are you?

Why are you here?

And are you doing that

which you were born to do?”

She opens her mouth to answer

but there is silence.

And in this silence

where all sounds drown

In this whiteness

where all colors meet

I will find her

The Real Me

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