Sta.sh
I am the whisper in the wind, my words carrying no weight but my presence lingers,
I am the falling rain, the beginning of hope and yet the threat of destruction,
I am the dimmest star on the horizon, the one leading a stray sailor back to shore,
I am the last bit of the nightsky, the one that sticks out like a sore thumb ,
I am the butterfly of december, my endeavors against my darkest days in vain,
I am the red leaves of autumn, my fiery passion burning for all to see,
I am the golden dew in the morning sun, glimmering silently to usher in the promise of better,
I am the earth you step upon, supporting you during your greatest fall,
I am the lone candle at night, shining where no one bothers to,
I am the gun shot in the air, the warning of tragedy that rings clear,
I am the drops of blood on the knife, a picture of pain which no one bears to face,
I am the quiver of the harp strings, a sensitivity held tight within,
I am the last tear running down your face, burning in silent realization,
I am the dandelions in the wind, carrying your wishes in flight,
I am the beginning of midnight, a calm in the waves of time,
I am the ending of an Indian summer, the harshest chill and the warmest fire,
I am the weedflower growing in the rubbish heap, strength measured in adversity,
I am the waves hitting the shore, a ravaged cry from the depths of your soul.
I am who I can't possibly not be, I am who I have chosen to be.
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But, yes...often times people are more than they claim, good or bad.
(just teasing...I'm not always right, but..in this case time has proven me correct many times over. )