Week of Feb 16, 2015

I Know That:

I am not my hair,
I am not my eyebrows,
I am not my hunger,
I am not my tears.

I am not my anger,
I am not my hopes,
I am not my scars,
I am not my fears.

I am not my mother,
or my mother’s mother,
I am not my aunt or my sister
or my children or my husband.

I am not my past;

I am not my body;

I am the one inside,
along for the ride,
to get what there is
to get and to give
what I have to give.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
©1996

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