Daring to be Me

February 5, 2017

This morning, I sat down to read and, a mere five sentences into reading, the first stanza of "Daring to be Me" swooped in and snagged my attention. I followed the creative call and the poem below is the result of my efforts: 

 

Daring to be Me

by Lauren Taub Cohen

 

I love watching

piping plovers flirt

with frisky waves.

 

First, the skittish birds

scuttle toward

the receding wave,

then they skedaddle away

from the advancing wave

tumbling toward

their tiny legs.

 

I used to be like that –

Indecisive.

Should I?

Shouldn’t I?

What if…?

 

I used to fear

I would die

before I dared

to give myself,

wholeheartedly,

to what it is

I’ve always known

I must do – write!

 

If death descends

upon me

unexpectedly,

as I’ve heard

it’s been known to do,

I can now go

peacefully

knowing I will depart

without the baggage of

regrets.

 

 

 

 

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