I am...

by Skidgela1998

October 30, 2015

I am the river that flows with in me. I am the sun rising over a city. I am the wind blowing through the night sky. I am growing, like a seed reaching for the sky. I am what i make myself. I am what my parents always dreamed i would be. I am myself who doesn't know what being myself is. I am lost and found. I am me.

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Skidgela1998Oct 30, 2015

This poem reflects on my life and how much life itself is a struggle. The way you define yourself is challenged by the way others perceive you to be. How our world, family, community, and atmosphere make up who we are.