Being created by Love
To love life,
I grow daily
To love being myself.
Not ashamed
Of this fact, I no longer strive
To be some passionless
Grey soul, with helpless
Needs. - I feed on life.
Am 'passion revived'.
Wild joy overtakes me
At times, - elates me.
Pulsating energy
Helps me survive.
Infuses delight.
Transports me freely
To find, at the least excuse
A broad smile.
I know passion should
Never be joyless.
Passively giving in
Is defiling
To the 'me' that is myself now.
Quite buoyant
Am I, yet subtlely quiet
Inside, - cloaked
In commitment to love.
Heartbeat submitting
To nothing but pleasure
In giving, I now
Celebrate me, willingly.
Recycled maybe - - but
I like the new 'me'.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-myself-2/
