This Is Me...Now Take A Bow

No ending of the story yet. I have not been able to write for over a week except for some poetry. This weekend hopefully will be a bit more promising in the writing.  In the meantime, enjoy this poem.

This Is Me...Now Take a Bow

How do you define me?

How do I define me?

Do I have one definition?

Do I have many?

Do you see just a shadow of me?

Do I have an outline?

If I scream will you hear me?

If I whisper will you notice?

If I caress you will you know me?

If I touch you will you respond?

Are my eyes blue?

Or are they red from crying?

Do you see me?

Do you know what I hold within?

I have many definitions

Which one is right?

Mother

Sister

Daughter

Friend

Lover

Writer

Poet

Warrior

Angel

Adventurous

Emotional

Loving

Jealous

Patient

Impatient

Creative

Pretty

Lazy

Kind

Petty

Altruistic

Soft

Hard

Depressed

Joyous

Can we be defined in one word?

Should we be defined in one word?

Don’t take my actions

And define it as me

When next I can change

Like the leaves on a tree

Don’t take my silence

As anger or sadness

When in reality

It may be both

Or it just may be madness

Do not take my hurt

As love gone astray

I feel and I express

Because love for you never goes away

Do not take my softness

Do not take my pain

As signs of weakness

I have lived, I have survived

I have danced in the rain

I have bled

I have wept

I have screamed

I have trembled with fear

I still rise like the morning glory

When sunlight returns near

You can overlook me

On days it is just my shadow

You can slice me in two

On days I am too weary to battle

You can push me away

Say that I am wrong

Take my love for granted

Leave it in vain

You can dress me up with a bow

You can put me on a pedestal

You can promise me all your lands

And your gold and you laughter

Then cover my mouth

Stop my voice

Cover my eyes

Stop my sight

Bury my body

And stop my heart

This does not erase me

I do still care

I do still feel

I do still hear

I can still ache while I show a smile

I can still remember

Of the soft petals of the roses

Now withered and buried

In a box I hold dear

How do you define me?

How do I define me?

Do I have one definition?

Do I have many?

Do you see just a shadow of me?

Do I have an outline?

If I scream will you hear me?

If I whisper will you notice?

If I caress you will you know me?

If I touch you will you respond?

Are my eyes blue?

Or are they red from crying?

Do you see me?

Do you know what I hold within?

There is just one definition

This is me…Now take a bow