is it too late to be me

Is It Too Late To Be ME

Hello, old friend,

We've journeyed together around the world;

My cloak and dagger of fear and anger;

 The accustomed sweet pain of despair;

The ungrateful soul searching, waiting for the clouds to lift;

Forgetting all its accomplishment; the battles won;

The happiness and laughter that once was;

The blood spilt for friends and family;

Yet, I see the old familiar self defeat;

What about me!

I cry out in anger, how long should I please you?

 Above the clambers of demands and expectation, called obligations

Am I to be imprisoned till I’m old and aged;

Crippled and bent;

To see freedom only at life’s end?

I’m alive now, look at me;

I cry for help too,

Don’t you see?

I don’t want just platitudes, of how great I am;

Only, freedom, to be who I Am.

I am tired of carrying your pain;

To live the life you could not live, just to appease.

I’m tired of fear imposed by all, parent, churches and all;

Reality all a skewed, to hide behind the vicissitudes;

My dreams dim away.

The existential crisis creeping in, in the quiet moments of despair;

Is it too late to BE ME?