I Am
Image: I Am Another You ~ Jeff Robinson
I am many thingsA son, a writer, a boy, a man, a friendI am all those things and I am nothingOn myself, I depend
I am a memory that will be forgottenI am a face that will fade awayI long to be rememberedBut even night must fade into day
I am a student, always learningI am a child looking at the skyI seek neither knowledge or powerJust the means to open my eyes
I am a dreamer of great dreamsI am the voice of all sorrowsI live for the simplest of thingsA laugh, your smile; gone tomorrow
I am an atheist, asking questionsI am a soldier seeking peaceI do not fear death, or darkness,I welcome its release
I am the wind howling in the treetopsI am the voice whispering in your earMy anger can be quiet and unspokenOr fill your heart with fear
I am the beggar on the street cornerI am the insect crushed beneath your feetPity me, for I am no one,A lost soul in full retreat
I am a chameleon with many facesI am a prisoner suffering on my ownI struggle silently behind my maskBut cry when I am alone
I am wise and I am stupidI am a writer lost for wordsMy past haunts my footstepsMy story is waiting to be heard
I am honest like a true friendI am jealous like the gods of oldHurt me with tears and I am forgivingBut words make my heart grow cold
I am the fire burning brightlyI am the thunder and the rainEverywhere I leave death and destructionIn my wake life grows again
I am a child born at the wrong timeI am the remnant of another ageI long for an end to violenceBut war is history's stage
I am a walking contradictionI am everything I should not beProud; arrogant; ugly; beautifulI am me
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If you’re wondering what inspired this poem, I wanted to write something different than I had written before. I have been feeling unwell recently and I wanted to write an honest examination of life, with all of its ups and downs.
It’s about me, an exploration of who I am as a person, but it’s also about everyone. I wanted it to feel personal but also to mean something different to everyone who reads it.
I hope you enjoyed the poem and that it means something unique to you, as it does to me.~ CJ