I Am

This was a poem for my creative writing class. March 6th, 2011

I am a bag of trail mix.

Completely mismatched and surprising.

I am too much in love with my town,

And my fine details and my own hands.

I am a collector of unperfect things.

A quill with no ink, a record with no player,

A dress with no doll, paint with no brush,

A pair of pants with chains and tears.

I am the city of Paris.

Romantic, historical, bright.

Filled with promise and expectation.

Freedom pulsing in my veins.

I am an artist without the right canvas.

Wild, angry, insane, content.

Watching the life around me continue,

While I crumble and build myself up.

I am a teenager.

With a troubling past,

A handsome future,

A brave out-look.

Reviews

[Zoe Anne]

This just made my day; I feel so much lighter and happier after I read this poem. Thank you for sharing this wonderful masterpiece with all of us. :D