(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Qualified As Identified

My place is where my footsteps are traced,
To validate as made to make known.
It took me a long time to see it that way,
Since I only adventured...
To follow my own curiosities unlimited.
Leaving to fear what I could not see,
Left to ignore someone else's philosophy.
That would label me from their point of view.
And squeezed to fit in a box from bottom to top.

My place is where my footsteps are traced,
To validate as made and to myself shown.
And if I had sought an identity others accepted,
To think it needed as a pre-requisite first...
I'd be following others like many do,
To never find a thirsting to adventure.
Or believe those experiences I lived to face,
Would not have me today qualified as identified.
And with significant evidence applied on a daily basis.

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Comments (2)

Life is a journey in many shoes that leave different footsteps. A lovely poem
This poem reveals your identity pretty well, my friend! Even though you follow others your identity follows in all your writings!