Thursday, April 11, 2013

Becoming - a poem by Andrea


Becoming me.
A difficult discovering...
of lost memories, 
births, 
deaths,
and forgotten dreams.
A painful process... 
of taking risks, 
losing,
winning,
and waiting.
A tender time...
of holding friendships
to the light,
touching the qualities
and imperfections woven within,
and sometimes doing without.
Becoming me.
Learning to believe
in a friend that has lived in my soul since time began.
To forgive the sins of the fathers,
and of the self.
To test the limits of laughter,
and tears.
To heed the call of instinct,
and not question actions guided by love.
Becoming me.
Understanding the importance of my life.
Embracing pleasure.
Looking out for number one,
yet treating all spirits with the gentleness and independence
I allot myself.
Becoming me.
Realizing that failure is another path to success,
That sorrow is not infinite,
That happiness is fragile,
and knowing that beyond today,
there will never be another me.

- AME September '89