Becoming Me Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda

Becoming Me



I am... becoming me.
Who I am meant to be.

The me who is your all,
the me who's been set free.

To be this soul,
I long,
I yearn.

You've taught me much,
I so will learn.

That who I am
is who I'll be.

And this my love,
is simply,
me
.

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