What It Means To Be Me

That my fingers are frozen half-way through motion.
That each time I grip my pencil to write right, it is a reminder of what is wrong.
That I am a different kind of different.
That
My motivation comes from a vision of the future
When I am the kind of different I want to define me.
When my hands are at the strongest they have been
And my legs are like oiled cogs
Strong enough to carry my to the sea
Agile to the degree that I can
Leap
And touch the sky
With my fingertips
That attach to hands I can curl into full fists
And will punch evil with my full force.
Until then I keep working
And dreaming
And staying motivated
To change me 
And re-shape me
To be my me
That I want to be
And to make me
The most me
Me
That I can 
Be.

 

dogpoet

VT

17 years old

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