Me, a poem by Julia

Julia went on a poetry writing blitz yesterday, and she gave me permission to blog them. My favorite one is called, Me.

James is he, Liz is she, but I don't know who I will be.
Across the desert, stormy sea,
I still don't know who I will be.
Across flower and buzzing bee,
I still don't know who I will be.
I pass woe and I pass glee,
I STILL don't know who I will be.
But now I know, now I see
what I will turn out to be.
Now it's very clear, I see,
I'll turn out to be...ME!


--Jen