The Center of Me.

It's your lucky day.

I am going to post a poem written by me. I never do this so that's why it's your lucky day. Not because the poem is particularly good, but because this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity to read poetry that was born in my mind.

My very last semester at UNH I took a poetry class. I was really excited, but also nervous because I didn't know if I could write poetry and share it with people. The class was great, loved my teacher, loved my classmates. Some of the poems written by my fellow students were amazing! I saved my favorite pieces and pasted them into one of my journals because I always wanted to remember them.

Our final project was to put together our best work from the semester and write a blurb reflecting on our experience in the class. I saved my portfolio because not only is it the best poetry I wrote during my time in that class, it's also some of the best poems I've EVER written.

I'm feeling a bit down, ya know, just one of those days. But in a bigger picture sort of way I worry lately that in trying so hard to please others, I will eventually lose my true self. So read on and enjoy and never forget who you are no matter who that might be.

The Center of Me

At the center of me there is a collage,
a mess of colors and emotions.

At the center of me there is fresh snow,
so innocent, so pure
waiting for footprints and angels.

At the center of me there is a movie star,
craving attention,
adoring the spotlight,
demanding an audience.

At the center of me there is a poet.
a painter, a songwriter
searching for her muse.

At the center of me there are memories,
hopes, wishes, dreams and goals.
There are fears, nightmares, regrets.

At the center of me there is a book,
written each day that I go on.