I Am Me


I am a beacon

Brimming with the joy of a new day.

I am light, I am noir.

A compass in which people look to for guidance.

I am my own worst enemy.

Perfection is strived to be my reflection but my mind narrows in on imperfection.

With hopes that rival towering monuments, how unrealistic am I?

Nevertheless I withstand with a perseverance that rages like a meteor shower in the dead of night.

I am not defined by material things

Shoes, bags, lipsticks, and clothes

Mere masks and costumes, I am a chameleon

I am defined by wisdom, intelligence, and self worth  

Swaddled with gentleness by a high power that reigns in the heavens.

I am a daughter of A Master who fabricated the universe in the palm of His hands.

The epitome of what God praises and what God cannot bear to see.

Behold, I sing praises of words that resonate in the hearts of mundane people.  

Behold, for in my imperfection not even Death can defeat me

I am fully clothed in the armor of God     

Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741