I Am...

I am like the crashing waves

the strong water that never seems to cave

it beckons

and calls to me.

My heart is cacophony of sounds,

loud, but good all around

My passion is stringing together longing words

wishing and wanting to be heard.

My love is language and all thats spoken,

while my heart tends to the ever broken.

This is my identity 

and because of that I am full of serenity.

This poem is about: 
Me

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