Identity
I am a lonely rose; an abandoned flower,
A gust of wind, oblivious to its power.
I am the worn out house on the end of the street,
Buckling and swaying with moans of defeat.
I am the river as it churns, strong and swift
Unaware that its force itself is a gift.
I am a wounded soldier, back from the war
Wiser and stronger than ever before.
Identity is a concept that few can grasp;
Feelings and experiences, learned and amassed.
But still there's a point where you finally discover;
And it fills you with light and a glimmer of wonder.
For you're stronger than steel,
More valuable than gold.
Your wounds will still heal;
The pain will grow old.
I wish I had known
When I was very small,
That I am not alone,
And time will heal all.
I am a lion, fearless and proud.
Not afraid of her roar; of living out loud.