For I Am Me


A familiar warmth holds my bones,
I think I’m supposed to know,
Is this contentment?
Or knowing,
That time is serving me well?
For maybe I’m owed,
A hand that’s dealt with such force it’s hard to ignore,
For this is now,
And mine is yours,
And yours is mine,
But I am me, for all to see,
And I am more than you could know.

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