Waves Breaking
I am
Change;
As waves crest and break,
And leaves burn and fall,
My vision blurs and clears as my path alters according to develpoing dreams.
I am
More than a single word or a catchy phrase,
How limiting to be restrained to a handful consonants sewn together with a few vowels.
I am
What I decide to be,
Whether it is fierce or gentle, passionate or calculating,
I choose who I am so that I never have to ask who
Am I?
This poem is about:
Me