Maria O'Connor

Rookie (5-6-91 / Dallas, TX)

Which Me Am I? - Poem by Maria O'Connor

I'm not always the same,
I change from hour to hour.
The change is almost instant,
Yet only if you are looking.
With music I am free,
Other times I am chained.
I have nothing to call my own,
Except my music.
If you see me playing music,
I seem calm, at ease,
But take away my security blanket,
And I am just lost and confused.
With my music I can be free.
With my music, I am me.

© 2005

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  • Rajnish Manga (3/3/2015 2:54:00 AM)

    Same here, Maria. I too love my music. This is my music which connects me to my soul. You have so beautifully explained the link between a man and the music and also what happens when he is bereft of his kind of music. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/26/2006 5:59:00 PM)

    A real great write. Hadda givvit ayTEN.
    God bless all poets-MJG.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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