I don’t wish to be seen
As tragic
As broken
So sad
I just know I could be
As together
As centered
So bad
Who knows what I can?
Who knows who I am?
Miss Demure Restraint
Lost I may yet reach my goal . . . Without finding all that I seek . . . I may still be made whole.
Miss Demure Restraint 
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February 21, 2009 at 2:54 pm
Jill
Who knows what I can?
Who knows who I am?
Only you know the answers to those questions, Dee. It matters not what others believe or see; only your own truth, when you look in the mirror…
February 21, 2009 at 7:04 pm
Miss Demure Restraint
Jill,
This is why I love your writing. Even your simple comments enrich and have a depth of personality and wisdom that is uniquely worthy of spending time with.
Thank you,
Dee
February 21, 2009 at 9:04 pm
oracleofthepearl
Who knows what I can?
Who knows who I am?
This is what makes everything worth it–the finding. I find you so much more interesting for the wondering, far more than those that are so sure of the answers!