I Am No Object
I am not one or even ten things
I am not the flesh that stands before you
Or the span of my wings
I am no answer to the question “who”
I am the isthmus between
An ocean of quiet resolve
And that of a raging sea
Faithfully open and never withdrawn
I am confidence bloomed from self-doubt
I am promise built from disaster
The decision to take the less-traveled route
I am the medicine in laughter
I am a substance of flux and flow
Ever-changing and molded by adversity
I am the transition from chaos to serenity
The peaceful slow
Between dissonance and harmony
This poem is about:
Me
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