At the beginning of my A-Z challenge this year, I came across a poem by Erin Hanson.
As an aside, I began never worrying about how I am defined by others after my father died.
Yet, the poem is so relatable by so many, I immediately knew it needed to be my 2023 letter N.
To my electronic friends... Stay strong and always know your worth!
Reading (with some friendly company) at Poppa's Camp TAKEN: Lake Temiscamng ~ Summer of 1996 |
NOT ~ by Erin Hanson
You are not your
age,
nor the size of
clothes you wear,
you are not a
weight,
or the colour of
your hair.
You are not your
name,
nor the dimples in
your cheeks,
you are all the
books you read,
and all the words
you speak.
You are your
croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you
try to hide,
you're the
sweetness in your laughter,
and every tear
you've cried.
You the songs you
sing so loudly,
when you know
you're alone,
you're the places
that you've been to,
and the ones that
you call home.
You're the things
that you believe in,
and the people
that you love,
you're the photos
in your bedroom,
and the future you
dream of.
You're made of so
much beauty,
but it seems that
you forgot...
When you decided
that you were defined,
by all the things you're not.
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