You See, This is it

Let me be myself,

and be proud of myself,

my mind a scape of soaring butterflies,

with pictures so vivid a landscape.

I had been cut, sliced, and severed,

events visited and left,

and ages, and phases left me scarred,

off the butterflies which unfurled in the valleys.

Let me be my self,

my self,

I don't mean you and you and you,

any harm!

Let me live in silence,

a pacific silence, so dull

like a sand in meditation

for memories to cherish.

Let me sway in freedom,

be my own kind,

a kind, that could leave memories in writing,

for you to read and realize

that I do not mean any harm

for you, you, nor you. 

Let me be my bird 

a whirling wings in my wind.

and sweep up the seas

with damsel waves till horizons.

Let me be myself

this life, just for this life,

and for the beauty which it beholds,

Let me be with my life.