I Am...

An old poem of mine that actually got published.

I am the water

Innocent and gentle

But surprisingly strong.

 

I am the giggle

Starting silently

But growing in to laughter.

 

I am the solitude

On a Sunday afternoon

When the rain falls.

 

I am the memory

Never quite forgotten

But never clearly remembered.

 

I am the hand

Held in need

Or in trouble.

 

I am the smile

That crosses the face

When there’s nothing to smile about.

 

I am the tears

That fall

When a soul is lost.

 

I am the desolation

At the loss of innocence

In the world of today.

 

I am the cry

Of the starving millions

Calling for help.

 

I am the dream

Where only shards are remembered

When morning arrives.

 

I am the friend

You’ve always had

But took for granted.

 

I am the hope

That the world may someday

Be a better place.

Reviews

[Charles]

You are...inspired. Nice read and great message.

[CLosed]

This is a real true beauty, a lovley poem.
I have a tattoo on my foot that says "There is always hope"
So your last line really struck me

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is so cool! this one was definitely good enough to be published. i love the line "I am the friend You've always had But took for granted". I believe that when you have that one true friend you should cherish it, because there aren't many like that will always be a true friend to you. I also love the line about the dream that only remembered in shards. very interesting visual. where was it published in?