STRANGE THING

I’m a musician; I’m a writer
I’ve been a lover and I’ve been a fighter
I’m a mother; I’m a cipher
I’m a wannabe cancer survivor
I’m as mad as the wind at night
My name means dark; my name means light
None of these things will ever define me
Yet they have shaped and re-aligned me
I’m a story-teller; I’m a changeling
I am me and that’s the strange thing

© Mel Lampro
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