I Am The Sum Of All Of Me
by Barbara Lynn Terry
Friday, June 02, 2006
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There are those who are the sum of their parents; their attitudes, their genealogy, as well as their physical attributes. Then there are those of us, who are just the sum of being an individual.
The Sum Of All Of Me
by Barbara Lynn Terry
I was born from the parts
of a father and of a mother.
I was taught in the arts
of reading, writing and other
things that would let me live
a life so that I may teach
others joy so they may give
freely and highly reach
for that eluded impossible dream
that each of us it seems,
cannot make come true .
I am not the sum of those that made me
because their narrow minds could not see
the scars they were creating in my soul
so deep that I may never be whole.
I am the sum of she that has always been
but may never be allowed to be seen
through all the abuse, sadness and strife
that has been created through my life
by the woman who bore this girl in me
and who refused to see my need
for happiness, acceptance and love.
So as I wake another day to be
I see the reflection of she
that has caused my life
to be filled with misery day and night
because she was so afraid I just might
not have to live, struggle and fight
for the life I have a God given right
to be, the sum of all of me.
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|YOU ARE THE SUM OF ALL OF YOU MY FELLOW POET.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thought-inciting and moving sentiments well expressed, Barbie. Love, peace, strength and healing to you,
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|thought provoking read|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|EXpressive and thoughtful write, Barbie and it is a question that has no answer directly for if we are our mother's sons and daughters then can we divorce our hearts and souls from them completely. Your poem states that you can and I think you have. Painful but real write my friend.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|A soft warriors sentiment.
It seems, in my experiences, if we are philosophical with ourselves and honest, we are always at all times half full or half empty and reaching for something we don't have.
If we had everything what would we reach out to, and if we had nothing how could we reach.
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|beautiful words that flow off the tongue barbie|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Sad write, but you are blessed, Barbie. Remember that.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|You are blessed. Sorry you have suffered such pain but I'm sure that your resilience has made you a better person. (I don't get it -- We all must have licences to drive and yet no licenses for becoming a parent?) I'm hoping that you have peace and love with you always. My best, Gloria|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Sad state of affairs but we have to move on and create that life which escaped us by finding someone who will give us the love that we can give them.|