318 Identity [24 June 2000]

I cannot fit into one mold,
one form of living.
I am torn between different interests,
things to focus a life on.
I am a poet, a homemaker,
a singer, a freak, a feminist,
a child, a writer, a critic, a liberal
a hypocrite, a dodger, a linguist,
a mother, a lover,
a fighter, a romantic, a fatalist,
an artist, a wife.
Yet I cannot just be one thing.
I am confused,
frustrated,
tired of being lectured.
Told to choose a path,
a thing to be,
to be known as.
It goes against who I am
to settle for one thing,
yet i’m not happy without a goal.
Who am I?
Why was I chosen to have a choice?
A choice is as big of burden
as having your career chosen before your born,
yet I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Take me away,
fly me to your arms.
Hold me close,
keep me warm.
Love me as I am,
as all I will be.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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