I have ... by Ann WoodI have no ambitions to be liked.
I don't have any of them.
It's neutral to me. It's still mine.
The earth in me holds me tight.
The sky is too narrow for me to fit into the frame.
I don't bother to look in someone's eyes.
I am not fighting for approval at all.
I don't need it.
I don't care to be the center of someone's universe.
I have mine.
Which I create with love.
I live with love.
If we enjoy being together - great.
If not - the land is huge, many roads.
I don't need someone outside to approve of my existence.
Anyway, I have me.
Not by chance here.
To leave my traces.
To live my way.
With my feelings, with my passion.
To get lost and find.
To be the good and the bad in someone's story.
To be the familiar and eternal mystery.
To try and fall.
To be everything and nothing.
To discover myself. And you.
To meet and separate.
To be all adjectives and to change all roles.
I do not mind.
As long as I live mine.
I do not fit into restrictions and frameworks.
In a draw.
I even break mine.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-08-14 at 20:22
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