No. 14 - I Am Me

Were that I was

A blank canvas

Pure and unstained

Ready to receive

The day’s promise

Of an image newly stayed

For an oak tree’s outstretched branches

Or a kitchen freshly cleaned

The façade of a lovely mansion

Or the face of a homely queen

The afternoon sun on a garden of peonies

But alas

I am me

And you know well my coloring

Maimed and wooden framed

Painted over silver

Catching in the light but hidden in the blur

Of memories of her

Marked by who I’ve been

How can I be

Seen

For I am only me