I seem to have come to a point in my life,
Where all of my previous existance is illusion,
The dark recesses of my mind that holds the key,
To undo all that has been done and more,
To feel the strength and freedom,
To be able to rise up and do more...
To feel more...

The sections of me have fallen apart,
Like a ripe orange freshly peeled...
Each is an individual...but on the whole,
Dont we make a lovely package?
I have to get a grip and find
The true me amongst the chaos
To feel more...

Gathering the different pieces of 'Me',
Bringing them to myself and holding them close,
Saying, "You are me,a good part, as are you...
The whole of me is all of you,
Together, we must work together"
To feel more...

The need to mold and shape what I have become,
Is overwhelming in the sense that
I know what I have been...
What I want to be...
What I should be... But is it enough...
I think not, not now... now I need
To feel more...

The desire to find the calm center in the
swirling hurricaine that is my soul...
To have the strength to shout "Hold on, I'm here",
And reach down in there and grab a big handfull
of me...my essence..my existance...
and KNOW it is worth fighting for...
More than a scrap of food left on the floor
To a human being you just passed by...
More that what you know...
To feel more...

To have my existance in my hands...
The freedom to decide...
The understanding to make thoese decisions...
The courage to carry them thru...
The compassion to let myself hurt when I need to...
The wisdom to be able to tell flight from fancy...
The knowledge to know right from wrong...
And my given right as a human being to like myself...
And be proud of who I am, No matter what...
TO FEEL MORE!