Who am I?

I am the screams from the wind that blows

In the oozing blood from veins of death

I am grief

I am the voice without a sound

Standing on a pedestal without legs

Talking to ghosts

I am loneliness

I am the eyes of a soul in shades of black

I am guilt

I am the surrendering will of a believing soul

Whose brokenness knows no rest

I am agony

I am the shooting star whose light shot arrows

Never caught a glimpse of glory bright

I am the silent sobs of an infant who never sucked

The milk from its mother’s breasts

I am rejection

I am the stubborn gravel matte that chokes

The stem of its umbilical grip

I am bitterness

I am the recurring echoes of laughter

And giggles in the silent walls of lonely souls

I am hope

I am the subtle whisperly winds

From a weeping willow that dries

The fresh blood dripping from the stench

Of un forgiveness

I am the warm embrace with a kiss

On invisible scars that creates masquerades

I am love

I am the spirals of a shadow

From the summer sun’s stricken horn

In a unicorn’s serenade

I am fierce

I am the roar of a lioness in the silent echoes

Of a ceasing war that I fought with the last drop

Of my blood

I am courage

I am the crystals in the sands of distant shores

Speaking languages of glitz to battered souls

I am pride

I am the dignity that flounders in unique serendipity

I am the virgin faith with a standing ovation

Smeared by vintage aroma

I am a legend

I am the exculpation of pain weaved souls

The elusive waive of hollow enigmas

I am forgiveness

I am the surrogacy in the hive of impeccable touch

I am sacrifice

I am the texture of a heart in mingled silhouettes

Of heavenly white

I am purity

I am the scars of a staraple fate that wears a thick coat

Of royal purple, with stars of grace shooting

From the arrows of its celestial muse

I am royalty

I am the wings of an eagle in the last of storms

From eastern winds

I am freedom

I am the diamonds in the vowels of stories

Shared through decades from bows of hearts

I am forever