Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry

Poem 38 - I Am

I Am

I am not one of noble birth...

I came from dust and lowly earth.

I'm just another struggling soul

Who's truly longing to be whole.

My blood is not a shade of blue;

It is a fiery crimson hue.

My skin is not as white as milk,

My hair... not like coveted silk.

I am the daughter of the night,

A lonely star awaiting flight.

I am a raindrop, in a cloud,

Without a reason to be proud.

I am a whisper, very low,

Meek consolation to bestow.

I am the shadow staying near,

A guide, and not a thing to fear.

I am the hand so rough and old,

Hard and tough, but never cold.

I am the eye that watches you...

With pure affection, sweet and true.

I am a young, untainted mind...

Confused by doubts, but not yet blind.

I am a child who sings her song,

But not yet knowing right from wrong.

I am the traces on the sand

Made by a small and childish hand.

I am weak and may not make

     My way to this world's 'golden' list...

But I shall say, for dear love's sake,

     That now I breathe, and I exist...

I dream, I hope, I love...

I am.