WHO AM I?
Who am I?
But a writer,
An artist in weaving words,
from a dream into a reality
Who am I?
But a tomboy with very big dreams for reality
Who is tired of not able to hear everything,
but heeds her heart’s wishes and dreams?
Who am I?
But a believer in dreams and in words
I live within my very own kingdom of my ideals inside my own little world
Where paper glide faraway from the land over the ocean
And words fill the seas and ev’ry room is filled with books,
Where dreamers and believers can dance on water endlessly
Who am I?
But a dreamer who dreams endlessly of new tomorrows,
And fearing nothing that threatens my dreams and beliefs.
An unforgiver of those who hurt and bully,
And who scar and injure the innocent
Who am I?
But myself, my only
With shy and observant eyes that are fierce and never wavers
Hair that is short and boyish
Scars reflected on one’s heart
Never to be seen by anyone else other than you.
I, myself am,
A shining pearl from the burrowing sliver clam to the breathing ashes of a dying fire
That is who I am
Now and forever
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