Read Poem: Caught Up In Me, by Georgia Blagrove

I, I, I, Me, Me, Me. Like doe re me, I am focused on only me.

If I don’t get pleasure then me has to leave for sure.

If I am not doing me then I need to see my way somewhere to be free.

Like a lion surveying the plain for its prey, so do I search for my next way.

I feel good, I look good, I am comfortable with unique me.

I sensually stretch with no inhibition for the plain is mine to maneuver.

I am reshaping the box of my mind, this part of my life currently is a wrinkle in time.

There are other dimensions of me to explore.

I am strong enough to endure, to overcome, to fail and get back up.

If I don’t explore, I have so much to loose – my peace of mind, joy, fulfillment, happiness….

I want laughter to…