Poem : Make Me

Make Me

Stopping myself short
The wall is still there
Confused, unsure
Should I proceed or let it be?

Build it higher?
Or break it down?
Tell me what to do
I’m afraid to stop.
Show me.

Dreaming, thinking
Do you see me for me?
I want to live
I want to breathe
Make me believe
Make me free.

by Michelle Tan (June 08)

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