I AM ME

I am the last tear that kisses your face after a break up.

I am the sea breeze that softly tousels your hair and reminds you to breathe.

I am the laughter of a baby, so innocently lifting your spirits

I am the sweet in the chocolate you eat.

I am everything and nothing, for we are what the world makes us...just the putty for the child, the seed for the dirt, or the flour for the baker.

All awaiting our makers call.

I Am Me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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