I Am

This is the poem I wrote for myself. One night, a few years ago, I got the strongest urge to write, and this just poured out of my pen. Now, I usually have to work my writing to death, but this one came out just like this. It was pretty cool. (My chosen family name is Storm)

I AM

I am not

made for tailored clothes and

starched restraints.

I am made for flowing skirts and

leather boots and

silk so soft it feels like air against my skin.

I am made for riotous, kaleidoscopic colors that

swirl and flash around me.

I am made of Fire and Water, Earth and Sky.

I am made of gold and silver, and

sparkling gemstones fall from my mouth

when I speak.

I am made to dance, not plod; to sing,

not speak moderately.

I am made to nurture and to fill with light and

to be filled with light in return.

I am Created; Creator.

I am storm.

I am.