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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Children's Poem

Bliss
By Ari Zeiger

Who am I?
What makes me me?
It all seems such a mystery.

Usually I just let this go.
I laugh out loud and say: I don't know.
But then sometimes, well, here's the thing.
I have this heart. And it likes to sing.
Yet once or twice the song gets lost.
And in its place, a million thoughts.
That's when I feel incomplete.
Like I'm no one you'd want to meet.

But soon enough, I'll feel OK.
Little by little, throughout the day.
And though my heart might still despair,
something trusts the music's there.
And then I'm free to dance again.
To follow bliss, to be my friend.

2 comments:

Deanna Smith said...

This is beautiful. I imagine many of my grade 8 students feel this way at times. I know I did when I was 13.

Donna Decoster said...

Oh I love this...helps kids to understand they are not alone. Love it Ari