© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
Can I be me
Unaided and alone
Nor slave to any one
Defining role
A forest me
Erect within a field
Absorbing floral scents
And they are me
A cat is me
The puma’s steady gaze
Would daunt, intimidate
Becoming me
Still I am me
Celestial stars above
Consuming, hallowing
Envelop me
And I am me
My nature not defined
Nor Heaven split apart
For all are me
September 18, 2018 at 6:42 pm
Okay, now that I have found this poem, I am going to reblog it for you Ms. Barbara.
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September 19, 2018 at 1:53 am
I so appreciate you, and the support and encouragement you so kindly give me.
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