Many Colors

i am a man of many colors,
many thoughts, many feelings;
raw and honest, you get what
you see... i'm not hiding
in a shell.

you'll know me by the parts
of you that you see reflected
in me... by the understanding
bridge between us....
for we are family.

i dont pretend to know
all the answers... but i am
searching, moving forward.
i make mistakes everyday,
and i know i own them!

i'm just a man... but that
in itself is a journey, a quest...
all i can offer is a hand,
and a drink of water
beneath the bridge.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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