Who am I
Sexual, abstract and poetic, complex and centered, I am the warm light that's kindled inside me.
With each morning's awaking, as the world begins to stir a sound and a shade of light at a time, I am rejuvenated.
In spring showers, pulling weeds and planting new in soft soil, I am happy in my garden.
Contented, I watch the new strengthened, as nurturing sprinkles wash over, before the sun's season begins.
Determined and practiced, I communicate with animals and master them.
Alive in assemblage, I am shown; from other's points of views, I learn.
Calmed by aloneness, in clearness, I am selfish.
Compelled, I endure, as I search for a single love to share the known and unknown.
By myself which is a state of mind, I am removed.
Darkened, I cringe at the sight of poverty and deprivation from within and without.
Saddened by despair of ones lost dreams, I age.
Lucky, I am blessed, to have been given life complete with possibilities.
Who am I?
I am myself, unafraid.
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