Friday, March 21, 2008

Past Tense

You caught me
in a transitional period.

Awkward and unsure,
unable to meet goals,

Afraid of proving
myself a fraud,

Powerless to say anything
definitively.

I was a shape shifter
Conforming
to the washed-up,
dried-out belief
of who I should be.

I was without
a true identity.

And I'm sorry

for the mind-numbing
Timidity
that I hoped could pass
for humility.

The charade is up.
No more acting.
No more passivity.

Hi, nice to meet you.
I'm me.