I am… me

I am the child sitting cross-legged, waiting for story time.
I am the woman who clutches her purse a little tighter when a man walks by.
I am the administrator behind the scenes, helping everything run smoothly.
I am the colleague who wants recognition.
I am the wife who tries to please her husband while maintaining her own happiness.
I am the jilted lover crying in the shadows.
I am the nerd, researching things that no one cares about anymore.
I am the sheltered child who doesn’t know enough.
I am the old soul singing to Fitzgerald, Sinatra, and Crosby.
I am the dancer with the full hips when that Latino beat drops.
I am the unloved creature when I hear the guitar of rock and heavy metal.
I am the star-crossed optimist when I hear the twang of country.
I am the friend who is always there to listen.
I am the mouth that sometimes says things it shouldn’t.
I am the reader who craves the classics.
I am the writer trying to bring back the style.
I am the student who follows the rules.
I am the rebel that does things her own way.
I am the daughter that should try harder.
I am the mother that does too much.
I am the driver who will go anywhere as long as it’s away from here.
I am the homebody who needs security and a place to call my own.
I am the one who remembers the small, insignificant details.
I am the one who will forget your name ten seconds after you’ve said it.
I am the overthinker who can’t let go of the past
I am the romantic dying for a better future.
I am the heart that lays open upon the sleeve of a person who wants to be accepted.
I am the one with my shields up high, shunning hopes and dreams.
I am the teenager shouting out, but no one hears a word.
I am the adult who knows that screaming will get me nowhere.
I am the quiet one who dreads to be approached.
I am the desperate one who needs to know they matter.
I am bleeding.
I am healed.
I am broken.
I am whole.
I am tired.
I am alive.
I am weak.
I am strong when I want to be.
I am… me.


About Sheritta Bitikofer

Sheritta Bitikofer is an author of eclectic tastes. When she's not writing her next paranormal or urban fantasy novel, she can be found volunteering at her local animal shelter, shooting archery at a medieval reenactment event, doing Zumba, watching a historical documentary, or having coffee with her husband at their favorite café. A wife and fur-mama to two rescue dogs, she makes time to write engaging and moving stories about shifters, vampires, and magic that enthrall readers from cover to cover.
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