I Am

Warm wind blowing
Bird Sitting, Staring
Wanting to tell me something
What is it I ask
Tears come to my eyes
He’s staring right at me
Seeing me, hoping I can see me too
I do see the beauty in me
My kindness, my strength
and yet
why is there fear to admit these things –
the need to apologize.
I’m not saying I’m better than
or prettier than or smarter than
or stronger than.
Just that I AM ME
Perfectly Imperfect.
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5 Responses to I Am

  1. buckuplittlecamper says:

    I think he wants to tell you “mine?! mine!?” And then you feed him. :O)

  2. Barb says:

    You are perfectly you.

  3. Swirly says:

    I love you just the way you are.

  4. John Davison says:

    Easy. He’s looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. I guess I know that because I’m a “birdbrain”.

  5. kelly barton says:

    and i love the perfectly imperfect you.

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