I was the person
Who always had a shoulder to cry a river of tears upon
I was the person
Who people came to for answers
I was the person
Who seemed like an open book
Not to have any thoughts about
I was the person
Who would give and give
Until I had nothing left
But that is not what's important
Because...
I was not the person
Who could cry on your shoulder
I was not the person
Who you'd turn to
To ask the right questions
I was not the person
Who had enough chapters in my book
For you to have thoughts about
And I was not the person
Who you'd give your heart to
After I'd poured mine out
To you
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
