This is a poem I had published in a poem collection called Touch of Tomorrow many years ago. (2004) I hope you enjoy it.
I Am Me
Whirlwinds of emotion exceed me
In a field full of flowers
I am an old oak tree
Chills of insecurity to my bones
In a field of dreams
I stand alone
Time passes as a movie
On a large theatre screen
One wish full of hope
One destiny as a dream
Stars twinkle like diamonds
On a black velvet sky
My future is passing
In a blink of an eye
For in a field full of flowers
I am an old oak tree
I am strong
I am worthy
I am me
"Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken." -Oscar Wilde