A Young Person Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Young Person



Here I am, hidden deep within myself, afraid to come out, for I may be hurt by someone's unkind words or thoughtless actions.
Bound by limitations set by others, not knowing yet, my full potential.
Reach out and in to me, help understanding come about for me.
All my knowledge does me no good if I don't know yet, who I am, or where I'm headed.
Listen to my heart, not to my words, and let your heart touch mine, so I may know the feelings of someone other than myself.
Spare me the detailed excuses, the lamentations of the past, and help me now to know if I am ripe - if I am ready to impart my knowledge and share it with others like myself.
Give me some acknowledgement as to my self - my being - so that I may begin to understand who I am.
Don't let me stand in an empty shell, wasting my talents and abilities-teach me to reach out and share them with others so they will not shrivel and die.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by one of my nephews, a teenager, talking to me and trying to find himself. Just needing someone to listen to him, validate him.
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