I celebrate myself, and sing myself, <br />Young, and more shelled-tered than I care to believe. <br />Shape-shifting through life...A metamorphosis. <br /> <br />Entering the world, tiny and vulnerable, <br />A caterpillar girl, shy and plain, <br />Infused with doubt, unsure of self, <br />Waiting for my change to begin. <br /> <br />Walled up in my cocoon for so long, <br />But now I'm ready to leave. <br />My thoughts are still tainted with insecurity, <br />Controlled by my eagerness to please, <br />But I've always been more content <br />As a comfortable observer, loyal and serving, <br />Than the one holding on to the reins. <br /> <br />Now becoming a reluctant adult, <br />Starting to spread my wings in the world, <br />Clinging to my childish ideals, <br />Attempting to live life as care-free as possible, <br />Yet sometimes dwelling on things that are beyond my control, <br />Like the fact that growing up is one rite-of-passage I can't opt out of. <br /> <br />I dance in the lights of the beginnings of love. <br />They ignite in the atmosphere like fireworks. <br />As I listen to each fizzling explosion, I hope for my happy ending. <br />I wonder what's gonna happen next for me. <br />I celebrate my youth and sing my happiness, <br />Basking in the elusiveness of my future. <br />For tomorrow never comes <br />Only you do, with your sweet kisses, <br />Your musky smell. <br />As I walk along the path of life, <br />I search for your eyes. <br />My hand reaches out, anticipating yours. <br />I stop somewhere waiting for you.<br /><br />Vaida Marea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-myself-inspired-by-walt-whitman/
