I am I
I am grubby, callused fingers on tanned hands
grittiness
strength
I am the descent of fiery meteor
flushing heat and tall spires

i am i
i am despairing ivory statues on tall pedestals
loftiness
gracefulness
i am the bated breath
rustling leaves and sweetness pebble-smooth

I am curtained in black like the night
i am wrapped in lace like a shroud

I am the bitter scowls glued
to the dust-stained ground
i am the anxious glances past
velvet curtains and too-thin glass

I am the aching stomach
waking in the night to scream
i am the hidden bruises
throbbing another fearful rhythm

I am the angry hissing
of a kettle boiling over
i am the clusters of shattered goblets
wine spilled like blood

I am the rushing waters tidal wave tsunami
i am the sobbing of a child

I am the quick thrust of the knife
i am the slow death of tyrants as
all good intentions burn away

I am the victory in banners and trumpets
i am the pain trapped in a silver locket

I am i
the cinnamon strong
the frail heartbeat
the sweet to protect the bitter

i am I
storm-green and fearless
eyes flying open
the bitter to protect the sweet

I am
i am
me