I am... - A Poem About Self

I am …

I am of suns, winds and feathered wings, 
I am of the storm brewing in my tea cup.
I am of the sand at the bottom of the ocean,
I am of the tear in the eye of the three legged pup.

I am my own against the strong mountains,
I am the grass that sways in the gentlest of breezes
I am a broken umbrella on a rainy day
Holding myself tight, but soaking wet.

I can be what I wish to be,
But I am what I have chosen to be,
I may be a rock one day,
Or crumble with the softest crunch.

Judge me all you want
I may shed a tear or two
But the soul that lies within
Will never give up on I. 

Because, I am…


Reshma Sharma
21 May 2020

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