Poem: Just Doing Me

I wake up slow, the sun don’t rush—
Breathe in deep, no need to hush.
No masks today, no roles to play,
I move through life my kind of way.

No filters on, no need to please,
Just riding waves with quiet ease.
Not chasing gold or borrowed fame,
I’ve got my pace, I’ve got my name.

Some walk in lines, some run in packs,
I take the trails with twisted tracks.
Might stumble once, or miss a beat—
Still dancing bold on my own street.

Laugh loudly, cry softly, stay wild, stay true,
No script to read, no need for cue.
Don’t dim my light, don’t clip my wings,
I’m just doing me—no finer thing.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie