Thirteen Ways of Looking at Me
I am the dirt stained jersey that smells of determination, sacrifice, and passion.
I am a flower in a bouquet that makes is unique and different.
I am not frightful of the drastic changes that life my throw my way.
I am the smile that fills people’s faces after a long, gruesome day.
I am a mask that hides me from my past.
I am a leaf floating in the wind, going anywhere life takes me.
I am a string that seems to be fraying at the ends.
I am the speakers of a radio that seems to fulfill the unanswered questions that fill her mind.
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