This Is Me.

This Is Me.

This is me.
This is all my insecurities,
laid bare to your scrutiny.
This is me
tall as a willow tree,
striving just to be
as strong as I need be.
This is me.
This is every inch of me,
every cell screaming to be free.
This is me.
I am everything you see,
all this glory,
all this tragedy.
This is me,
graceful as I’ll ever be.
I don’t tiptoe around quietly.
This is me,
just beginning to leave,
leave it all behind me.
This is me
soaring free.
This is all I need to be.
It all fits so perfectly,
love and hate and envy.
This is me.