I Am

I am many things

I cry when I’m forlorn

I carry the tears with me

Perhaps for much too long

I am many things

I trust with all my heart

I give freely of my soul

Not only just a part

I am many things

I smile with delight

At the simplest things

Even those that might seem trite

I am many things

I dance when no one’s near

I embrace the feelings of myself

And reject my inner fears

I am many things

I’m angered by things unjust

I turn crimson at the thought

At all the misplaced trust

I am many things

I am a woman. I am a girl

I bend. I crack. I break.

Yet still as precious as a pearl.

image:  Woman Under a Red Umbrella.  P. Awapara