I Am

Mar 23, 2008 - 20:22 PM PST

I am a swallow, free to fly, soaring through the clouds, hovering over the Earth.
I am a queen placed upon her throne, watching gracefully over my kingdom.
I am a girl, sitting on the floor, playing dress up with my fairytale mind.
I am an artist, abstracting my style, creating what was and what will be.

I am the one who sits quietly in the corner, speaking only when spoken to, never looking back.
I am a pearl, hiding under a rock, waiting, waiting to be found by a poor man’s ghost.
I am a raindrop, falling from the sky, losing myself to the Earth, becoming what I touch.
I am a watcher who sits by the window, staring at the overlapping souls that pass by.

I am the smell of home-baked goodness, fresh from the oven, never hard or stale.
I am a key, who opens doors, and sounds ancient melodies.
I am a chaotic mess, rambling and romping, falling and defacing, all that I hold dear.
I am a wanderer, traveling through time, with nothing but a few thoughts and a cup of lemonade.

I am the warmth, of what is not often found, in the fear that lies under the bed.
I am a heart, beating to the sound of my own time, marching to the band.
I am a shoelace, tying myself into knots, in the most unnecessary of situations.
I am a soul, entwined by the gentle embrace of warm, breathing skin, which never lets go.

I am the strength, which comes from sipping tea and inhaling common sense.
I am a rock, traveling to far off lands, braving rough waters, and finding settlement on a grassy knoll.
I am the sting, from the melodious tunes, that flow from one’s heart to another.
I am a seeker, looking for love in all the wrong places, and finding it where it shouldn’t be found.

I am the vibration, from plucking a string that has been pulled too tight and played too hard.
I am a web, tangled up in my own thoughts, losing others at the same time.
I am a vase, embracing fascinations and discarding painful nostalgia.
I am the hell, of what we all wish to run away from, but find in our reflection.

I am the needle that pricks a gentle mind, searching for what shouldn’t be sought.
I am an ink pen, writing the mind in the form of cryptic prose and lengthy staffs.
I am a sandal, lost in an abyss, floating away on a hand made raft.
I am a ribbon, holding together countless strands of unflattering and ignorant beauty.

I am the paint, which glosses lives and leaves stains of colorful remembrance.
I am a shard, scattered across the floor, breaking hearts and breaking minds.
I am a bottle, am I half full or am I half empty?
I am diverse, but only in ways not culturally defined.

I am the sound of chatting mouths, all simultaneously speaking in one moment.
I am a cloud, fluffed full of air, but weighed down by intellect.
I am a shroud, covering the past, but displaying the future.
I am a dreamer, bent over a book, lost in spatial time.

But most of all…

I am me.