I could be

I could be a brick on a city wall,

standing straight, proud, tall

I could be a rose on a climbing vine

always reaching for the sunshine

I could be a river rushing to the sea

drops of water racing, ready to be free

I could be the clay shaped into a mug

holding warm drinks like a tangible hug

I could be a book, a bird, a tree,

but I think I’d rather go ahead and be me

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NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 18: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.