Let me be

by Ingrid Prohaska

Well this is one of my first poems written in 2007.
I tried to rewrite it, but finally I decided to "let it be what it is".
I hope you will like it.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Don’t cover me with stupid duties,
don’t cover me with guilt and fear.
Don’t cut my sprouts, let me grow.
Let me develop buds, let me show you,
who I am, let me be a beautiful plant.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Let me take the responsibility of my life.
I won’t hurt you, I don’t want things
which belong to someone else, only mine.
Our world is so beautiful and so full,
there is enough for everyone.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Let me live my dreams, don’t kill my fantasy.
I want to be a happy being,
I want to be what I can be.
I want to be what I am.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Don’t cut my roots, let me be,
where I’m allowed to be myself.
Let me be, where I belong to,
Let me be at home in myself.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Let me live my hope, my joy, my good mood.
Let me doing it my way.
Let me be part of a beautiful world.
Let me live my life, let me live my love.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Don’t cut my wings, let me fly.
Let me take off; let me enjoy a good view into my future.
Don’t call me stupid, because I’m dreaming;
Or call me stupid, I wouldn’t care, but
let me be what I am and let me live my life.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Don’t press me gently in a form,
It wouldn’t fit, would only hurt.
Nobody is average, so not am I.
Don’t throw me out of my track,
All tracks are ending at the same station.
So let me be on my track, even you think it’s wrong for me.
It is my track and it is my life.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Let me trust my inner voice, even I can’t explain it today.
Every part of my life is part of a picture,
finished and shown at the end of my life.
I want to see the best I can paint.

Let me be what I am, let me live my life.
Let me believe in what I know.
Let me be pride of the creatures, we call us.
Don’t tell me what’s important for me,
Don’t tell me about things I should need.
The only thing I really want
is living – my life.

Copyright © 2007 Ingrid Prohaska

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