Jojoba Mansell


A Better Me


I strive to find a better me,
a person just and true.
I want to live and not just be,
to be decent through and through.

I need to be a stronger me,
both in body and in soul.
It's not a whim, it needs to be,
for me to feel whole.

I will be that better me,
and that better me will stay.
I will be better, they'll see,
it's time to seize the day!

Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012
Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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  • Hans Vr (1/26/2012 5:15:00 PM)

    Truly fantastic poem, JJJ. Very inspiring. I hope the world reads it and gets started to do exactly what you express here. I love it. (Report) Reply

  • Sara Fielder (1/26/2012 3:24:00 PM)

    I'm making this my personal mantra. Thank you for this poem! It almost reads like a prayer. (Report) Reply

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