While filing snippets of writing exercises, prompts, and ideas jotted on napkins in dark restaurants, I came across a poem I wrote using the first line in Walt Whitman’s 1892 poem “Song of Myself” as a starting point…
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself.”
For the authentic person I am becoming ~
No more hiding behind my other selves ~
the good, polite, quiet little girl
who always does what she is told.
No more conforming to that which is expected.