Who I Am

i am not limited by your perception of me

i am who i am

and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out

to learn what is me

and what was forced on me by you

what was carved into me by you

it’s been painful

to peel back each layer

to question what i thought was myself

and find out that it’s not

to discover me

the pure unadulterated version of who i am

for that i will be forever grateful

-b.e.

Poems in the Dark

I write my poems in the dark.

Tapping away on the dimmed phone screen.

The tiny computer in my pocket holds my deepest thoughts.

Soft music lulls my children to sleep

While I type away my thoughts

Feelings of the past, moments in the present

A passing phrase or word floats in my mind

Until it finds its way through the keyboard to my notes.

My babies tucked in their beds beside me.

My life, my inspiration, my thoughts all float freely here.

I write my poems in the dark

It’s where I feel the most like me.

-b.e.