Who can I be but me?
A spirit of a bird trapped in a cage
An old soul in a young shell
Living in a new world
A collection of old rock music
A shutterbug stuck in one place
Having hardly a face
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I am the dust within the pages
The keeper of smiles and memories
The singer of unheard songs
The writer of untold ballads
A shadow in the almost absolute dark
I am but a mere speck
Sometimes a wreck
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Wondering spirit, sometimes lost
Surprisingly manages to be found
The frog princess
Who doesn’t require
The kiss of a real prince
To be beautiful
Just love
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The accustomed creak in the boards
The insistent rustle of the leaves
A laugh in the wind
An avid listener
Secret keeper
Reckless prattler
A touch-me-not
Longing for a caress
Wary but a friend to all
Those who care
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Again I ask, who can I be but me?
All these and more, to be sure
Like the sand on the shore
A stone trying to be strong
During the weathering
Of time
© Devina S.