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Fly Me To The Moon

What reality is this that would change,
with such a precocious desire,
this certified ineptitude?
So this is degredation's inept rectitude!
Accepting myself for who I am
in some esoteric informational relation only,
this sinner's eyes confess that
yesterday's unmitigated precedent
confirmed indubitably, my insanity.
This is why I am here now
staring at the sky and
waiting for a break in the clouds;
my large, looming, outstretched wings
undulating rabidly in their endeavour
to fly me to the moon!

This is me

Accept me for who I am.
Do not attempt to change
the essential me.
Beneath this frail cover
lives a young girl's heart
become age old and worn
by time and by life's trials.
The scars, gathered
along the winding path
to where I am today
are testament to a passage
fraught with troubles.
Too late now to rewrite the book.
This is me.  Again I say,
accept me for who I am.