Sentinel Poetry: Expression Warehouse

DAVE GILL


Being Me


I have felt like hell and like heaven,
a swing and a smack.

But I remember how it felt to be me,
before mom died,

with freedom inside,
before it was washed away,

by conformity,
by life and
by death.

And I remembered it was good to be me,
Positive, Ambitious, reckless even.

A brighter future, wherever, whatever, whoever that is.

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