I Am

• Isabelle Smith
• Poetry
• 2008

I am what I hear
The chattering of voices
Forever speaking
The beat of my heart
Always there

I am what I feel
The hot sun
Bringing warmth to my body
The cool wind
Brushing against my skin

I am what I dream
Battles in times of old
A clash of swords and arrows
Fields of emerald green grass
No fences; free to roam

I am what I imagine
A willow tree
The more I grow, the more I weep
A fish
Swimming in the water,
without a care

I am what I think
A world of good and bad
Even though the bad seems larger
Many people
All wanting the same thing
But in different ways

I am a warrior
On the battle field
With a thirst for victory
That can never be quenched
Making sacrifices to reach my goal
Forever fighting