Thanks To Me - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there is such thing as
being lost as others see you
because you are not doing
what they expect you to do
i need not mention all those
passages or rituals like...
but i am more into this
self-discovery thing such
as doing what i really want to
do but those that do not destroy me
those that do not make me fall into
fear but into the comforts of my own
space, my own paradise, and
i guess i have found it,
something like just being myself
without the interference of other's
moral codes or
majority's etiquette
thus i wake up at night and sleep
the following morning
i write more than have to speak
and just stay inside rather than
have fun with what we deem as
friends or kin

this way i am like a seed growing
in my own soil
moving at my own pace
and slowly unfolding as myself
and no other....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 24, 2011

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