I realize the discontented part of me
Is something I have to settle into
To interact within a world
Using every part of me
Even fragments I don't like
As I hold my breath
Hoping I'd break through the surface
Into a clear morning
By trying to ignore me
I miss out on being me
I forget I am a part of this planet Earth
And lose out on my worth
I am a tree of life
Formed as millions of cells
Breathing sleeping and with a beating heart
Made of flesh and bone
Without essence I spread my wings
Only to face another lying day
Crippled and crushed
And knowing.... I cannot live my life!
suzan gumush
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/structured-existence/
