I am small dirty fingers, digging deep, in the mud, for a treasure unknown.
I am swaying tree branches
Reaching
For the endless blue
Sky.
I am the danger in the darkness,
Adrenaline
And the tight
Uncomfortable
Feeling of fear.
I am only me.


I am the pounding of feet on blacktop and the cold stickiness of a Popsicle,
Melting in the warm summer sun.
I am only me.

I am the pages of a book well used
Faded,
Folded and yellow.
I am the war
Outside
My bedroom door
That does
Not
Stop.
I am the warm tears
Streaming
Down a hopeless face
And the cracks
In a broken heart.
I am only me.

I am the loneliness
That kills and the anger
That consumes.
I am the half
Of a heart long
Gone.
I am flawed but
I am still me.