I’m the problem solver,
I’m the instigator;
I’m the impediment
And the facilitator.
I’m the middle
And I’m the end.
I convey the truth,
Even when I pretend.
I’m loved;
I am rejected.
I am kissed,
I’m left dejected.
I yearn for hugs,
Though I am held.
My words are lost,
Even when yelled.
I contribute little;
But every decision is mine;
I have it all;
But I am running out of time.
I’m the puzzle;
I am the clue;
I can be just me –
And yet a part of you.

I assume this poem was a result of a lot of soul searching.
There is a shift from things happening to me and people doing things to me or people not doing things for me to , well, i am……
I hope that within a years i too am able to achieve such clarity.
Then again i could be 100 percent off the mark 🙃🙃
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Shifts keep happening. Like the seasons. We all know winters will keep coming. Like springs.
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Clarity doesn’t necessarily bring peace. In fact, ignorance most times, really IS bliss. Wiser words have been spoken.
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