i am

Published on Leaves of Ink 

© Susan Marie

I am

that which

cannot be caged,

tamed, tried,

understood, included,

deluded, or left.

Misunderstood.

I am the fairy-tailed children

asleep beneath blankets

on a cool summers eve,

books in palms,

eyes shut tight,

warding off monsters

in closets

underneath the bed.

The angelic presence

in dreams,

the dark rising depths,

present in the time

between night and day.

I am the bleeding hearts

of artists,

music flowing

like manes

of thoroughbreds.

Strings and violins,

concertos and preludes,

the rise and fall,

of notes,

the voice

of the oppressed,

painting alone,

writing alone,

speaking to the masses

standing in front

of sculptures

in galleries,

half-numb

from having their soul

placed on a public platter,

picked apart

and critiqued.

I am the constellations,

the stars,

the ancient raiment

of the majestic

velvet night,

coaxing solitude,

and creation,

rendering you

sleepless

with desire.

The great God

contemplating existence,

tossing magic

and medicine,

electrified

towards earth,

teaching lessons to the

mere human soul.

I am.

Woman.

Man.

Child.

Mother.

Father.

Brother.

Sister.

I am a lover,

loved,

loving.

I am the volcanic rumblings

of every tired soul,

and every smile

and tear.

I am an argument

and agreement.

The birds that birth

in your

crown chakra.

Their song

is mine.

All creatures,

earth, dirt, silt

gems, stones,

twigs, and trees.

Every root and crevice,

all footholds and paths,

the waving branches

pregnant with leaves.

The falling leaves.

Kamikaze.

Every rock and shell,

the waves and oceans,

all bodies of water,

feathers, flight,

the bees that buzz

around the new bud,

the hand that guides

a sprout from seed.

The secrets the wind

whispers.

The fierce embrace

of winter,

the warmth upon

your face,

heart, body, soul,

and the sweet cool

calming waters

of life.

I am death.

Wild.

I am woman.

Here.

Now.

I am every element.

All emotions,

every fable told

by firelight,

Every word written,

spoken, uttered,

screamed and sighed.

The true Goddess,

the wild soul.

I am that

which cannot

be kept,

nor set free.

I exist

without logic,

in rational conscious

thought,

in esoteric

holy nakedness.

I am the rich man

and beggar,

the king and the jester.

I am the grass,

all species,

and the sky.

Kaleidoscopes

of spectrums.

I am good

versus

evil,

versus

self,

versus

sentience.

I am a conundrum

unto myself,

a human shell

existing

as pure

ether.

I am heaven

and hell

I am the destroyer

and creator

simultaneous.