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THE REAL ME

Took me awhile to finally see,
What it would take to find the real me.

Searching for true moments in time,
I began to embrace life that was all mine.

After years of suppressing the real key,
I was happier than ever and I could finally see.

Not knowing if I had the confidence; right or wrong,
My heart was dancing to a brand new song.

I unpacked my camera and planned my day,
It was hours before I ended my play.

The vision arose from someplace so deep,
The photos will be ones that I will always keep.

The more I tried new and fun ways,
Brought me closer to know how I would spend my days.

After all these years of trying to be,
I can say I did find, the real me. 

~Kristine 

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  1. LOVELY!!! Both the photo and the poem! You are so talented Kristine! I really love it! It is obvious you wrote it from the heart. And it is obvious it's something you should keep doing. :)

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  2. Thank you SO much, Sonja ~ I feel I wrote this poem was when I found my true passion, Photography ~ I realize I may have a long way to go, but I am enjoying the journey!

    The bouquet of flowers was from my birthday ...

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  3. I am so happy that you are uncovering the real you! I too love photography and the connection I feel when I have the camera in hand. Keep following your heart!

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