Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Who's Rescuing Me?

Posted Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I did it again
I saved the day
Everyone's impressed
They can't say enough
About my kindness
My talent
My amazing-ness 

I feel good too
This is the life
Helping people
Caring for them
Service over self
At least that's what I say
To myself

Here's the truth
I do it
For me
For the rush
For the attention
For your praise

It's another way
To be in control
To not let you in
To not be needy
To not be real
To not be me

The real me
Needs care
Needs attention
Just for being me

The real me
Isn't in control
Wants to let you in
Is needy

I'll be me
No saving the day
Maybe I'll receive care
Maybe I'll receive attention
Just for being me

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