Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks March 2015: Identity | Page 15

And then realised...
I cannot be myself,
Without the rest.
There is no me,
Without influence.
From the moment I was born
I was myself.
And later, when we became friends,
She became part of me.
I am not myself
In anything but the now.
Never static,
Never finished.
Whether purposefully or not,
Consciously or not,
Consenting or not,
We have a sensitive climate.
Each new event,
However minor,
Is the butterfly,
That beats his wings so far away.
So when she says to ‘be myself ’,
I can only retort that
‘I am me. I am me right now, and I am going to make
sure
The me tomorrow, will be even better.’
I didn’t say that.
Just smiled,
Smiled back at her...
She meant well.

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