i am what i am
i will never be what i am not
A trivial transgression of hope that rest in his heart
He passes moonlights before daybreak
A calm and furious soul shake
It falters only a little to break the mold
Hold it gently, warmth from the cold
True passion of a warrior
A crushing of red tides
Hear the whisper of an eagle fly
Soaring in the blue sky
Tremble and doom await each blink
You have but one purpose my boy think
You are the person in the white reflection
Walk through the storm and march on lies
Every night memories of yesterday scratch at his thighs
Believe it, it's true, who you are is what you do
Cycles of pain relieved with anguished cries
Cease to forget, laying dormant for now
Let bygones be bygones
Who are you now?
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i am what i am
PoetryLife takes on so many meanings and so many different perspectives that it makes it difficult to create a true version of yourself. "I Am What I Am" is a defining moment of poetry for me, when all the good and all the bad collide and create my identi...
