I am, I am, I am [Poem]

Who am I? I am many things, and all things possible, says this lovely poem on the self.

One of the top 5 entries for August’s Muse of the Month writing theme, with the cue “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am”, taken from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.

When the moon peeps out

creating hope on a dull night

I am darkness.

When an ink pen my lover gifted

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our first year together

turns up once declared lost

I am fortunate.

When water splashes against

rocks as it makes its way down

hidden waterfall in the woods

I am sadness.

When I give up trying after

Eight years of giving it my all

the strip turns a deep red

I am living dead.

When sweat drips down my back

on a warm summer’s day

of heated arguments in the park

I am the light.

When your voice fails you

after vowing to never stay mute

unsaid is our only conversation

I am the words.

When an ice cream truck makes

a loud sound on its way around

with cheering kids chasing it

I am happiness.

When I watch her laugh without

worries, qualms or inhibitions

consumed by emotions

I am whole.

When an aeroplane takes flight

with it my heart in my mouth

cotton-candy clouds calm me down

I am at peace.

When fears envelope my thoughts

each night as I toss and turn in bed

Waiting for dawn to break

I am the nightmare.

When my imagination rewrites

reality in the way you hoped

and wished it would end

I am broken.

When everything makes me cry

I am the dream.

I take a deep breath

and calm my racing heart.

I am here,

a contradiction.

Everything and nothing

visible and invisible

the silence and the song.

Pic credit: Ley (Used under a Creative Commons license)

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