I am

I am

A collection of maybes and what ifs

An amalgam of worries and fears

A bottle of wasted almosts

A glass of teetering failures

 

And yet

 

I am

The light at the end of my tunnel

The beacon that guides me home

The flame that illuminates my own darkness

The lightning that ignites my stormy skies

 

I am the wit of my mother

I am the comfort of my father

I am the chaos of birth

and the relief that comes after death

 

I am

A picture no camera can capture

A canvas no artist can paint

A light no mirror can reflect

 

For I am

A self-portrait

of the divine itself

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