What I Am
I am artI am smooth strokes of blue and red
I am the inspiration that fills lonesome hearts
I am the scrape of chalk on the sidewalk
I am the voice of laughing children, paint smeared across their noses.
I am heavy concentration
I am hopeful determination
Together we yearn for a splatter of colorful ink
And emotions dancing upon a canvas,
And the sadness polluting the air
The air
The air filled with love or hatred
I am air
I am a swirling cloud of foggy invisibility
Though not as looming and mysterious as midnight,
I am dark.
But, I can be light.
I can be a growing ball of hope that will break with a mere touch
That can still overpower depression
I am delicate, yet I am strong
I follow the will of the world
I am a wave of ice washing over the shores of the earth
I am as vicious as snarling wind
Which lashes out with whirling leaves
I am as dry as the sand
The nothingness within a clenched fist
I am the pain within the cry of dying sunlight
The sunlight
The sunlight with its soft rays of compassion
I am sunlight
I am a bath of warmth in the midday,
Massaging crying faces with its gentle fingers
I am the faint glow of wishing that echoes within the soul
I am a baby’s laugh as it glows in the heart,
Replenishing the warm passion growing in a white light within you
I am the sense of love tingling in the wind
I am the music enveloping your ears:
The soft strum of a guitar or the plink of a piano
I am the joy that settles into a bright aura,
That crumbles when darkness strikes,
Its menacing glare sweeping over the world
Yet, I am also the power watching over you
I am the source taking care of you,
Making sure wrong does not overtake your mind
I am the welcoming smile in the morning.
A smile
A smile that shines from within
I am a smile
I stretch from ear to ear
I am a symbol of ecstasy, love, and thankfulness
I am rare, yet I am common
And when I am there, the world is silenced with awe at my beauty
I can be tight
I can be angry, taut, known as a smirk.
I can be intimidating,
Crushing self-confidence with the movement of lips
And I can be relaxing
I can be moving
I can be the inspiration for great things.
Inspiration
Inspiration is an awakening of a thought
I am inspiration
I am a rush of excitement, awakening senses
I have the potential for many things:
I have the potential for failure,
Which seeps into the mind and destroys everything in it’s path
I have the potential for delight
Which is like watching a flower bloom into beautiful petals
But, petals are fed by sun and water.
They are dependent on other sources
Delight is dependent on me.
I have the potential for ignorance
With hands brushing me off
I also have the potential for greatness.
I am a lamp to dark times.
I am a soft piece of cake that the soul feeds on.
Soul
A soul is the liveliness in every living being.
But, soul is made up of the things that I already am.
Soul is art
Soul is air
Soul is sunlight
Soul is a smile
Soul is inspiration.
I am a soul.
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