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when i go to picture myself in my head, not what i look like but who i am, and when i go to compare that to the images of my past, im confronted by just how much ive changed. i used to see myself as a shy boy, small, unimposing, supporting cast to the world around. i rode in the wake of my friends and my family, kept above the waves by nothing but momentum. but now, when i look at who i am today, things are different. im not the same shy boy i was before. im more confident than ive ever been, in part because ive come to see that 'boy' isnt who i am at all. i see a knight in well worn armor, beautiful, tall, starring role in a story all my own. i no longer need momentum to stay above the waves. no longer do i ride the wake of those around me. i drive my own boat my own way equal to those beside me. when i go to picture who i was before, i see not a scrapbook, full of memories to cling to. i see a field, burned flat, ready for new seeds to take root.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
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when i go to picture myself in my head, not what i look like but who i am, and when i go to compare that to the images of my past, im confronted by just how much ive changed. i used to see myself as a shy boy, small, unimposing, supporting cast to the world around. i rode in the wake of my friends and my family, kept above the waves by nothing but momentum. but now, when i look at who i am today, things are different. im not the same shy boy i was before. im more confident than ive ever been, in part because ive come to see that 'boy' isnt who i am at all. i see a knight in well worn armor, beautiful, tall, starring role in a story all my own. i no longer need momentum to stay above the waves. no longer do i ride the wake of those around me. i drive my own boat my own way equal to those beside me. when i go to picture who i was before, i see not a scrapbook, full of memories to cling to. i see a field, burned flat, ready for new seeds to take root.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
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