2/27/15

Me






Looking at the long flux of water,
I turned myself into water

Feeling the flames of fire on hands,
I made myself into fire

Sensing the soothing touch of wind,
I drew myself into air

Fantasying the blinking flash of light,
I illumine myself into light

Dreading the rolling wrap of dark,
I fixed myself into shadow

Shivering at the chilling drop of snow,
I built myself into snow

Relishing the solacing shade of love,

I grew myself into love




I know that I am not






It’s true; beauty forgot to be a part of my life,
Yet, I would call myself beautiful

It’s true; intelligence refused to befriend me,
Yet, I would call myself intelligent

It’s true; cleverness hasn't shown role on me,
Yet, I would call myself brilliant

It’s true; charm denied its share of joy to me
Yet, I would call myself sizzling

Its true; abundance hesitated with its deal for me
Yet, I would call myself rich

Its true; nature didn't resume my own bloodline
Yet, I would call myself fertile








The One

The one who painted my world with beautiful colors  The one who filled my life with laughter and joy  The one who restored love ...