Me

With springtime FINALLY coming upon us, I find myself in the never ending battle of the life I grew up in, the country girl in the dirt and the life I have now, the office professional in the city. This is just an expression of my ups and downs, where I am, where I need to be, etc.

I am in love with fresh air.
I am craving for cool cut grass under my dirty bare feet.
I do look good in my white shirt and black suit.
I am a business professional from birth.
I beg to be surrounded by corn fields.
I hate having a commute to work.
I need trees to breath comfortably.
I need paper to print reports.
I can't help but love you when you’re dirty.
I can't help but stare when I put that tie around your neck.
I am Adventurous on gravel roads.
I am Pushy on the pavement.
I feel appropriate in the woods next to the river.
I feel awkward next to Barbie in her red power pumps.
I was an Indian picking corn and washing my feet in the creek.
I was free to explore fields, climb trees, and catch crawdads.
I skinned my knees, I talked to myself
I knew when to run for no reason.
I break my leg, I still talk to myself
I have no clue why I’m not running.
I live for a moment in the sunlight
I live by spending time in a cubicle.
I enjoy the noise of trees moving above me
I enjoy the sound of all the voices who know me.
I want to appear as if I belong in skyscrapers
I want to feel as if I’m dangling my feet in the cool creek water.
I will never be happy as one or the other
I will teeter totter between myself.
I will love you for bringing me down to earth
I will struggle in bringing you up to my office.
I come alive when I can see for miles
I get goose bumps from the sounds of frogs at night.
I can have a clear vision of the stars and I can reflect off the moon.
I have a fair understanding of where I need to be.
I have no clue how to get to the gravel road less traveled.