The Me Suit 2

So long to the me
I wore,
living in the shadow
of another self;
comfortable in my discomfort.

We struggle to be rid of one another.

The superficial self,
grown from the wants and wishes of others,
the clingy infant of me
peeks around the corner of change
and quickly retreats to the me I wear.

The me suit no longer fits; the collar chafes
and the waist is too tight to breathe.

Every time I pull off
the jacket
the air is too cool
so I pull on my famiiar sweater
and each time another step toward me.

Me Suit

Still the voices of fear and doubt.

While my courage simmers
and I try on a
new suit
of

me.

Don't lie to me

When my eyes
see things and you
only deny

Hope turns truth
to mist;
leaving me
to silently cry
meritless
tears
growing more insecure
everyday

Image of all my dreams

Adoption will not define me,
though it has confined me
in a prison of fear.

The lie died seventeen
years ago and I am
renewed.

Walking in the new light
of choices made by others,
my hands become useful
that I might mold
a piece of clay in the
image of all my
dreams.

Keep Moving...

Keep moving toward
responsible responses
away from reckless reactions

While I know who I am
I must work to be him

Keep moving toward
self-realization in real time
everyday