Is it poetry or is it me?

I always thought that I didn't like, didn't get, poetry.

It made me feel dumb, ignorant, lacking.

So far different that I just didn't understand.

But NOW I get it.

It is me.

It is me.

On the playground and at the park.

I don't have those common threads that everyone else bonds over.

I don't hate.

Hate my kids, hate my husband, hate my job, hate my family, hate my life.

I wasn't abused, underprivileged, unloved, nor do I lack self-esteem.

I am me.

Because of that, I can view your reality through the lens you share with me.

Because of that, your dh bashing on the playground locks me out.

Because of that, finding poetry that resonates may be a lost cause.

I am me and I am proud to be.