366 Poems: January 1st, 2016

Real Me, Still Me

I stole a kiss at midnight’s chimes

outside my teacher’s door,

and learned more lessons and more rhymes

than I had known before.

I dove into an ocean blue,

no oxygen to spare,

and came back with some fish friends true

and still no need for air.

I’ve gone around the world a few

times and I’ve lived to tell,

but never could create the new

lines from those I knew well.

So unwrap all the ribbons teal

and set the bubbles free.

A kiss is young, an ocean real,

and this girl? I’m still me.

“Love.. Light and Magic…”