I’m Here

Personal Reflection 1 Minute 

I’m where my voices led me, I’m exactly here

accompanied by their soundtrack; their keening fear

I have challenged them and won at various times

but they soon start up again, their endogenous whine.

The truth is, they’re an indelible part of me

woven in, as sure as salt is meshed with sea.

And without them, their incessantly loud refrain

echoey silence would likely arrest my brain.

I’m not rich or brave or beautiful or scary

but I’m me:  at that I’m quite extraordinary.

A late and much muddled over response to Miz Quickly’s Oct 18 challenge:

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”- George Eliot

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11 thoughts on “I’m Here”

    1. 😊 that was a weird one. I had the word “pitchless” there and was looking for alternatives. I don’t think Google thought pitchless was really a word. A bit further down it had a list of common questions the first of which was “what does endogenous mean?”. And it was pretty perfect. But what it had to do with a search on pitchless I don’t know.

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    1. Thanks, John. I think Danny Kaye is right… I mean in my head it’s the only thing that makes sense. Although, there are some life shattering events which kind of flummox you for a bit and you feel totally off track. I explored that in my poem “Richard” a couple of days ago. But in the end, your life is the sum of (mostly) your decisions. Mostly.

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