Be Myself

As I sit here on my own,

I hold back a quiet groan.

I feel like this most of the time:

like I’ve committed a sort of crime.

 

I was always quiet and sad:

something made me glad;

someone came into my life;

as if like a small pocket knife.

 

I never expected this:

this overwhelming kiss.

it’s a new feeling for me:

this feeling of being free.

 

he brought me from the bottom:

just like the leaves of autumn.

he built me back to myself:

like a book to the shelf.

 

I forgot what that felt like:

the confidence of a spike;

the sensitivity I left behind;

to avoid the daily grind.

 

It’s back now though

and I now know.

it’s something I can do

to be myself too.

 

I need him close to

help me face my foes,

inside and out,

it removes all doubt.