Little Me Poem by Rupashree Ray

Hear your soul,
it speaks low.
Beats and rhymes,
yet very slow.
'Little Me' is
hidden within.
It is far from
the self, seen.

We hear it, feel it;
but afraid to embrace.
Sad, ugly, Or
confused to trace!
Part of us, still
not so close.
We like to ignore
and loose.

It is a bubble inside,
comes and goes.
Floats in our thoughts
and enclose.
Smile and wave,
it gives a smile back.
Heart beats faster
to see the playback.

Wait for the
eyelids to close,
Breathe deep
with your nose.
Here it comes
with a little smile.
'Little Me' knocking
under the pile.

Do not let it loose,
it is so hard to catch.
A Wave of thought
splashes its patch.
May it be ugly,
scary, or absurd,
It is the real 'Me'
hidden inside.