I Am
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
I wonder how many ripples every action I make causes
I hear waves crashing even as I sleep landlocked
I see energy as colors that vibrate around people
I want to worry less and enjoy more
I am Gentle and yet so capable of being harsh
I pretend to understand why we live this life the way we do
I feel like we make this so much harder than it is
I touch the wind
I worry that I am not good enough… for even the smallest things
I cry when angry, when scared, when frustrated, when happy, I cry too much
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
I understand that there is more than what we see
I say truth is something we must stand in
I dream my fears
I try to not let them control me
I hope I am teaching the smalls to walk in love, not fear
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
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Now make your own (Here)… Because it actually moved me
Thank you so much for this weeks prompt… I really needed that moment
I enjoyed reading your ‘i am’ post. I was surprised how difficult it got at certain prompts, and I considered redoing it, but I decided against it. …and isn’t it funny how much harder we can make things?!
sassy and sweet–that says it all. kaye—the road goes ever ever on
Wasn’t this fun? I enjoyed it, Miss Sassy and Sweet!
Such a wonderful poem! I love how you added to it and truly made it yours. Brilliant!