He was a poet,
She his poetry.

He was a crooner,
She his melody.

He was a painter,
She his masterpiece.

He was a monk,
She his inner peace.

He was a captain,
She his ship.

He was an admiral,
She his fleet.

He was a laddie,
She his missy.
. . .
. .
.
Now there's no more she.
Forlorn is he.

W e e p i n g.
G  n  a  s  h  i  n  g.
W   a   n   d   e   r   i   n   g.

Stripped of...
**"E    v    e    r    y    t    h    i    n    g"

A poem about myself, hmmm
How can I write what I don’t know?
17 years now and I still don’t know myself

I know that I am I
And I’m the only I in the world
I know I’m 5 foot 3
But is that anything to write about?

Is mentioning the obvious,
Like how yes, I’m a natural Blonde
And have blue eyes that sometimes change to green
Anything to mention?

Or should I dig a little deeper?
Deep enough to pass those physical features,
And reach as far into myself as anyone possible could
To maybe mention that I’ve made mistakes in my life

Some mistakes that I’m not necessarily proud of
But have learned from
Is it acceptable to mention religion?  
To mention how I don’t really know myself
But have spent years trying to fit in

Trying to be that one ‘perfect’ person just to realize
That I am I and like it or not
I am the only I in the world
And the one thing I do know about myself
Is that I will never change