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I FINALLY Figured It Out!
by Joan SerratelliI FINALLY figured
it out
After all these
years, I FINALLY
figured out
what my problem is:
I NEVER complain
(except on this site)
I keep it all
bottled in
One of these days,
I WILL explode
my problem is:
....
I'M ALWAYS OK!
I was brought up
to believe
that I was strong,
That I could do anything
My mother gave me
a special gift
A very strong will
She fought for me
She made me believe
that I was like
everyone else
I'm not;
I'm different
some people look at me
and judge me
I do not talk well,
I do not write well
but I am human
I make mistakes,
I own up to them
Life is a gift
I will not squander it
I will live my life
the way I want to
I do not want
to be belittled
I want acceptance
I want to be
allowed to be
me
03/01/2010
Author's Note: On this dreary Monday, I got up at 7 am, took a shower, and reflected on my life. I was born morose. I make no apologies. I was dealt a bum hand, but I'mm playing it the best way I know how to.
Posted on 03/01/2010
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/10 at 05:49 PM ...leading with two aces on this one...i see you pulling the clouds back on this vibrant piece... |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/01/10 at 10:27 PM I'm with Charlie on this one. The biggest battle is figuring it out, it's all downhill from here, just take the steps you need to get where you want to go. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/02/10 at 12:15 AM One of your strongest yet. Well laid out, with goals firmly set. I like. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/02/10 at 02:06 PM One of your best. Stay on top, that's where the sun is. Kudos my friend. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/03/10 at 07:48 PM To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. Terrific! Thanks. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/15/10 at 04:17 PM I am with Greg and Charlie. Your writing is so honest and it feels like you are pulling back the clouds just a bit with each line. A poem is a creation and as long as we create we peek out of the darkness into the light. |
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