Tag Archive | identity

What Could This Treasure Be?

I briefly held a treasure;
It’s one I rarely see;
With many facets bright and clear
What could this treasure be?

 

Its beauty brought me pleasure
That caused my heart to sing;
Delighted as I drew it near,
What did this treasure bring?

 

A moment of clairty;
A glimpse of something more;
A word of truth within my soul;

Secrets I’m looking for.

 

Such a nebulous treasure;
One that must be set free,
For I am made to grow and change;
This treasure that is me.

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Custom Designed

My life is custom designed,
Not cut from a general blueprint;
Nor colored with neutrality;
Instead, it shines with patterns
That are uniquely mine.

 

There might bne some common themes,
Shared by the rest of humankind;
Questions and answers that elude;
Varied shades of unknowing;
Fears, hopes, feelings and dreams.

 

How this all fits together
Is an unsolved mystery to me;
With unexpected twists and turns;
Answers that lead to questions;
Gray is somehow better.

 

I learn as long as I breathe;
The value in who I become;
What seemed like junk is a treasure;
Ever newly discovered;
Unique one that is me.

Creating My Self

This poem is inspired by the banner on Life’s Fine Whine.

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I’m creating myself today
With some scraps and threads;
Things I almost threw away;
An old garment in tatters and shreds.

 

The bits of thread are hopes and dreams
Saved for quite a while;
Memories of ideas and schemes;
So many of them just make me smile.

 

It’s good I kept all the treasures;
That truly is wise;
Though subtle, they bring such pleasure,
Even when they come in a disguise.

 

Though tattered, garments are so warm,
Filled with feelings dear;
Like patches in a quilt they form
Parts of my self so precious and clear.

 

Tomorrow I will start again
To build one called me;
To make this self my very best friend;
A new creation I’ll ever be!

MY ON-GOING SONG

Illusion or knowing;
Artificial or real?
Clarity unfolding
Till I understand what I feel.

 

Disclosing, yet clouded;
Hidden, yet in plain view;
Perceptions blend and fade
Till I struggle to know what’s true.

 

Sometimes trash, yet treasure
A favor in disguise;
All things work together
Till I am mature and more wise.

 

Journey never ending;
Discovery goes on,
Things old, yet never known
Are parts in my on-going song.

REMINDERS

I seem to need reminders
Of wisdom that is true:
I can only be myself
And act as I’m called to do.

 

I can’t be what others want,
Or tuck myself away;
To meet with their approval:
The price is too high to pay.

 

If I want true acceptance,
To know prosperity,
I must live from inside out
With love and integrity.

 

I’m grateful for reminders:
Distractions have a way
Of trying to confuse me
So I feel less than okay.

 

AS I grow more confident
In my identity,
I need fewer reminders;
It’s so pleasant just to be.