I Am

Sadness,

pour yourself against my heart

until the flood gates open–

I am still me.

 

Fear,

hold yourself down on my family

when the light seems empty–

I will still be

 

The girl with a dozen scars

on one heart string alone,

memories too full to count.

 

I am the Buddha above my nightstand

and the tick marks upon my kitchen door;

 

I am the thankfulness that more to come

will always seize the day

 

Towards something greater than myself:

the limitlessness of all, of me–

my freedom.

 

June 25, 2014

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