I’m currently enrolled in a class called “Teaching World Language Through a Social Justice Lens”. One of our assignments was to write a poem that examined the perception (line 1) vs. the reality of who we are. Summing up all that you are in just a few short lines is not as simple as it may seem. I thought I would share the result of my introspection.
A fun-loving, confident woman
Creative and Strong, yet insecure
Wife of Eric, mother of two, friend of many.
She lives. She learns. She laughs.
She is frustrated, but hopeful.
Seeking honesty, respect, and support,
Vexed by fools, no sense of duty
Proud to work hard and still love harder.
She admires those who fight, but are not afraid to feel.
She is tough, but soft. She is real, but dreams.
She is everything and nothing.
She is I.
I am she.
One thought on “My Life in Poetry”
I love this poem. I see all of it in you, except for some very personal feelings, such as insecurity. You hide it well.
I donât understand the feeling that âI am nothing.â Catholic upbringing?
But my favorite line is
She loves, she learns, she lives. I might have the order wrong, but it is so you. And what you probably donât want to say is that you are loved by many, including me.
Author of âThe Bumpy Road to Assisted Living A Daughterâs Memoirâ
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