ME
By Arlene Ritzhaupt
Where will I be
When I’m going to be me?
How will I know when I’m me?
Since it’s all about me?
When my color turns gray,
Will it truly be me?
Do I sing?
Do I cry?
Do I want me to be me?
Will I fit?
Can I stand it?
Will the skin be too tight?
Will it be comfy and cozy?
With my sweet home in sight?
Will I want to be me from bone to bone?
Will I say I’m happy as if I were home?
Will it fit for me, to be at home with the me that I be?
Where will I be when I’m truly me?
Will the being me be the best of the being?
Will I have earned my stripes and enjoy being me?
Can I truly be me?
For if I don’t like me what shall I do?
Can I remake me all over and new?
From scratch this time, I hope to be me.
What can I add that will make me be me?
More like the me of me,
The me I must be.
The me I should be.
The me I want to be.
The me I will be.
The me I can understand as me.
Please could you tell me, the me I’m to be?
Please give me a clue of who this me should be.
There is a me inside that’s grown beyond this me.
There is a me that’s not the me, as I know it to be.
For it follows me.
It whispers to me,
It taunts me, to be me.
But I still don’t hear what this me must be.
Tell me for sure in words that I hear.
Who is this me that I must be?
Tell me of this me that I am to be.
How can I now change this me that I be?
Can I now muster to improve the me that I be.
For I feel the pull of the challenge to be just ME.
Copyright 2003
Arlene Ritzhaupt
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