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I am different.

I never claimed to be anything but. I am a collage of hometowns and lifestyles, music and messages, emotions and expressions, and all those things between.

You know me when you see me, unless you think you know what you can't really see.

I am waterfront walks, penny candy, toes between the grass on a summer afternoon. I have sat with my Matriarch amongst the trees, and sat with my thoughts beneath the stars.

I am the words and the wisdoms that make me to be....a sibling, a songbird, a "silent storm".

I've been teaching and taught to, bringing and brought to, learning and learned through all of these things.

I've been kissed and the kisser, the miss makes them miss her, the turns take and twist her in this game we call life.

I recall all my answers, the fire walker and the dancer, and yet still it remains that you think you know me.

You can't.
Couldn't begin to fathom
the intricate web of this spider's game.

Not one day is ever the same.
When you balance on a needle
and it staggers around as we go.

Pushed with this tide,
pulled with this fate
destiny is the only road left to take.

I am too much for this,
these words or this pen.
I could start to write again and still be too much.

Look beyond these sturdy walls,
think around the rise and fall,
I am too much for all those things.

But you know me when you see me, unless you think you know what you can't really see.

Yea I'm different.

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