I am slowly remembering who I am;
That there is more to me than pain and heartbreak.
I am twenty-nine years worth of memories and adventures,
Of ideas and dreams and stories.
I am a soft pink sunrise and a burning orange sunset.
All at once.
I am an ice cold mountain lake and a salty ocean breeze.
I am a worn out novel filled with words and thoughts and stories,
And I am a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be filled.
I am the wheel of a mountain bike rolling freely down a gravel road.
I am a forest fern content to thrive in the cool shade,
And I am a sunflower, constantly searching for a place in the sun.
I am a clock set five minutes ahead.
I am a heavy medical text book and I am a collection of poetry.
I am a gentle deep sea swell.
And I am a tropical rainstorm.
I am every dream I have ever dreamt.
I am a tangled ball of wool,
And I am an orderly set of numbers.
I am so much more than the person you think you know.
I am a mountain peak rising wisely above the clouds,
And I am a newly-hatched fledgling, still finding her wings.
I am the dark space between the stars.
I am the full moon rising.
I am a single candle burning in the dark,
And I am the burst of sunlight on a summer morning.
I am the sum of all the people who love me.
I am the grand total of every version of me that exists in the heads of anyone I’ve ever met.
And I am so much more than that.
You are amazing don’t ever stop writing you are so talented an you are a daughter of a beautiful woman inside an out 💋
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