I Am
I am the hardened soul, ready and willing to fight,
I am the moon, starring back at you, late at night.
I am the ox, both stubborn and strong,
I am the bard, playing music, singing MY song.
I am the words written on the page, so lightly so,
I am the winter's breath, that chill in the snow.
I am what I made me to be,
I am who I am......I am me.
I wrote that poem when I was in the eigth grade. I look back on it, and wonder if I am still that innocent kid, chubby cheeked and seemingly ready for the world. By reading these poems, I welcome you, the reader, to the wonderfully dark, world of me.
