What I Am Not

I am a complicated, 

Tense ball of stress. 

I walk around and see 

People around me, chained to their

Misgivings and hope. 


But I want that, too. 


I have been blind 

For so long, 

The spider weaves its 

Nasty strings around my



I used to fly with my brothers 

and Sisters. Now I am painting

Scenes of what will never be. I am 

a Mover, a Nomad, a Gypsy. 


I will change like the tides of the oceans,

making marks on the beach. I am

a tired old man, closing his eyes at

Night and dreaming of equations. 


I am the rock you cannot

Get out of your shoe. I am 

fire, burning bright in 

words and letters. What

do they all mean? 


They are who I am and I am

who they are: a koi fish swimming

in a pond of water. 


Source for media: http://johnsocean.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/calico78.jpg

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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