365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Twenty-Three

sometimes I am a mess.
overwhelmed, don’t do what’s best.
for me or anyone.

sometimes I am a fire.
spewing out whatever will.
make me not a crier.

sometimes I am a lover.
putting others above myself.
always getting smothered.

sometimes I am a writer.
throwing it onto the page.
hoping to touch another.

sometimes I am just me.
but over the years, I fail to see.
what that has really come to mean.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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