Being Me

How is it that I can be me
When the tide of popular opinion
Crashing upon the shores of my mind
Threaten to erode my gestalt personality 
Into another dune washed away by the incessant waves

Many offer to help
They say, “What you want is admirable,
Everyone should be like you.  Maybe you should let go.”
They offer medicine to make me ok with it
And say I will get use to it in time
I don’t want to
I like being me

Bring on the waves
Pound upon my shores with fury
But when the last drop of fuel in my lighthouse
Sends its photons off to the far end of the universe
My shores will remain firm
Though I may die, as all things do,
I will have lived my life the best way I can
Being me

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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