Sharing their space <br />breathing in their air <br />I could not see them. <br /> <br />What they are <br />forever lies outside <br />my sense of knowing. <br /> <br />Their authentic movement <br />daily through their plane <br />of existence <br /> <br />lays beyond my words. <br /> <br />I can choose to be or not <br />whatever, whoever....... <br /> <br />They are, live, simply <br />as they always have, <br /> <br />where they are <br /> <br />and <br /> <br />who they must be.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-3/
