I WANT TO BE MYSELF
“The wind along the coast speaks not to our ears but to the quiet places within, calling us to remember who we are. Walking along the Amalfi Coast, I felt the breeze call me. It wasn’t the wind or the sea — it was something from within, asking me to be true to myself.”
I want to be myself, unbound,
Not another’s shadow found.
A wind that dances on ocean streams,
Or a breeze that brushes through fleeting dreams.
The waves hold magic, fierce yet pure,
A silent power that will endure.
I long to rise, a bird set free,
To soar through skies of infinity.
Not shaped by hands of another’s art,
But true to the rhythm of my heart.
I seek to rise where my spirit dwells,
Not someone else—but myself, and well.