The road was right
in front of me
why did I turn
off onto this
route to nowhere.
Call it a quirk
something strangely
compellingly
odd, but it was
me inside out
There in front of
all I cared for
crying because
it appeared dead.
Wait, she sighed, this
is all too vague.
Say what you mean.
In plain clear words.
Okay I said.
thought I was dead
turns out I had
never been born.
You have not known
the real person
hidden inside
Someone I have
kept tucked away
from friends and foes,
hidden from sight.
I was afraid
to be the me
the one down deep
the I, I am.
On this day I
proclaim myself
to be myself
to lead by not
leading, just by
being who I am.
©Frank Coughlin April 2011
in front of me
why did I turn
off onto this
route to nowhere.
Call it a quirk
something strangely
compellingly
odd, but it was
me inside out
There in front of
all I cared for
crying because
it appeared dead.
Wait, she sighed, this
is all too vague.
Say what you mean.
In plain clear words.
Okay I said.
thought I was dead
turns out I had
never been born.
You have not known
the real person
hidden inside
Someone I have
kept tucked away
from friends and foes,
hidden from sight.
I was afraid
to be the me
the one down deep
the I, I am.
On this day I
proclaim myself
to be myself
to lead by not
leading, just by
being who I am.
©Frank Coughlin April 2011
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