some days

some days i long
to be the mystery
to smile coyly
hints of knowing
yet still searching
full of living of breathing
of being

some days i long
to be the open book
to give every thought i have
away with a look
to know i am seen
i am heard, understood.

some days i long
to be a sunshine ball
the chipper cheerfull
free for all
like in that ani song
to be bright and light
full of good cheer and delight

most days i just long
to be something, to be anything
to be noticed, to be felt
to engage with others
just to deal
with the cards i am dealt

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