Poetry

Becoming Real

¬†Time to share another poem…

Becoming
Real
I am.
My own thoughts
Whisper to me
Quietly.
Sometimes I mistake them
Thinking,
Perhaps
They are wishes,
Memories
Or the simple rhythm
Of the moving world.
Startled
I stumble through words,
Meaning
The shock of the sound
Of myself
Attempting expression
Shaken
By a depth of feeling
That can only be
Myself
Becoming
Real.