elise

"This Person I Am"

Most of my life
I had shut the door
to full acceptance of who I was,
until blood-red desire to learn
rushed out of my soul.

I met a curious and open mind,
longing to try new things.
A side of myself,
soft as my cat's silver fur,
And a side as hard, sharp, and unpredictable
as the scissors I use
to cut my own hair.

I was a girl,
trapped in a box of my own construction,
now freed, liberated
by being myself.

I am both his and hers,
but most of all, mine.
I belong to none,

but love so many
that sometimes it hurts.

I am as alone as a single, scarlet rose,
yet surrounded, as by baby's breath,
by those who have made me
this person I am.

(written by me for my poetry class. therefore, kinda cheesy :-) )