Aych Two Oh

***Should I keep the last line? I always find it difficult to end a piece of writing and this seemed like a good solid end, a way to connect the I AM to the rest of humanity and orient the poem to a part of society. But maybe it's better to just leave it as an abstract "I" that is loosely floating. What do you think?***


7/23/11


I am an ultra-soft kleenex, the one used to wipe away your precious tears.

I am a land turtle stuck in water, contained in a clear, large, glass tank.

I am the ice cube that stubbornly refuses to melt, in order to keep you cool for another day.

I am the sudden, yet saturated darkness that conquers a room the moment the electricity goes out. The tranquility that replaces the droning of machines when they are finally silenced.

I am your imperfect conscience, struggling to conceal your flaws, while baptizing you in a fountain of virtue.

I am the smile that can light up a room, the hurricane that can destruct a city with a wink.

I am the thirsty ocean full of salty water, a shiny contradiction waiting to be cocooned by the gleaming black hair of sirens I strive to keep at bay.

I am you at your best and the world at its worst. I am not perfect and I will never claim to be. Because I am what I am and you'll just have to accept every part of me.