I originally wrote this February 13th of this year. Since I was about 12 I’ve used writing as a way to get my emotions and feelings out, and reflect on them; a type of personal therapy I suppose. I really like this piece, because it represents my search for self acceptance and love of who I am. The good, bad, and ugly.
I am the vast sky you look at at night,
full of small sparks of light and dark mystery.
I am the ocean on a stormy day,
endless, in motion, rough and smooth all at once.
I am the tear that falls,
a pool of sadness, a sign of cheer.
I am a newborn screaming for it’s mother,
full of wants, impatient with needs.
I am the warmth you feel on a summer day,
a blanket of comfort, a dash of content.
I am a tree flowing in the wind,
always bending this way or that, never breaking.
I am the icicle hanging from your roof,
cold and rigid, yet still beautiful.
I am a child in this world,
still full of hope for tomorrow.
I am the strong breeze that blows,
invisible to most, but felt by those who care to notice.
I am a piece in this wide world,
and this world is but a piece of me.