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Who I Am Today
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
I can't deny
it's always lying
underneath the surface,
but maybe with all this,
there's a purpose,
one unknown to me
that I can't even see.
I know,
I know that I'm still standing
even without a perfect landing
Lost cause or not,
here I am seeking
all that gives my life meaning.
It all leads who I am today.
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
Who I am now
is one in a better place
with a more genuine face.
One who knows what's she lost
and is here to make up for it whatever the cost.
One who gets what it's like to hurt
yet has a truth that isn't looking to convert.
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
Not yesterday...
Not a week ago,
a month ago,
a year ago,
two years,
three years,
four,
five.
Whatever the length of time,
this is a hurdle I'd like to climb.
Because
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
And no matter how people'd like to define me,
I hope they look at who I am today.
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
I can't deny
it's always lying
underneath the surface,
but maybe with all this,
there's a purpose,
one unknown to me
that I can't even see.
I know,
I know that I'm still standing
even without a perfect landing
Lost cause or not,
here I am seeking
all that gives my life meaning.
It all leads who I am today.
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
Who I am now
is one in a better place
with a more genuine face.
One who knows what's she lost
and is here to make up for it whatever the cost.
One who gets what it's like to hurt
yet has a truth that isn't looking to convert.
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
Not yesterday...
Not a week ago,
a month ago,
a year ago,
two years,
three years,
four,
five.
Whatever the length of time,
this is a hurdle I'd like to climb.
Because
Who I am today
is not who I was yesterday.
Not even the tears I've cried
or the mistakes I've made.
And no matter how people'd like to define me,
I hope they look at who I am today.
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