Reality
I like to think I'm a butterfly,
ethereal and slightly shy.
In truth I'm a moth drawn to the flame,
despite being burned time and again.
I like to think I'm a velveteen mink,
cunning and wily I stealthily slink.
In truth I'm a ferret stuck down a hole,
crawling through tunnels in search of my goal.
I like to think I'm a nightingale,
accomplished perfection on every scale.
In truth I'm a crow cawing out notes,
leaving me open to everyone's jokes.
I like to think I'm a lioness proud,
showing my strength through my roar fierce and loud.
In truth I'm a tabby, lazy and fat,
no motivation to do 'this' or 'that'.
I like to think I'm a cuddly lamb,
doing my best to help where I can.
In truth I'm a wolf lying in wait,
quick to interpret indifference as hate.
I like to think I can simply be me,
living my days unconditionally free.
In truth I'm a martyr bearing the blame,
paying the price for life's endless game.
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Comments
The way things should be, and the way they are.  -Rush Nice write. JCG
Thanks so much for your comment James, much appreciated.xo
Thanks so much for your lovely comments my friends, Cherie and Dblank. This was one of those writes where I had the first line but no clue where it was going to take me. When I read back through it, I noticed the deepening level of emotion and recognised what I was writing. It was a very quick, fun write and I'm glad it raised emotions in you both.xo
Thank you Charlotte, this seems to be a concept that resonates with others and has been remarkably well received. Most appreciated.xo