I Am Born

October 5, 2015

I was born into this world without direction or a clue.

Born into my mother and father's ocean, streaming blue.

They taught me how to swim up the current as I pulled through.

Happy and healthy was my family, until my father’s time was due.

I was born at the age of seven with my mother carrying me in her hand.

Broken and brittle until I taught myself how to stand,

Self-sufficient, I began to find myself in this world’s cold demand.

I denied being a doctor or a lawyer as I created my own plan.

I am born to create art that I can share,

and to spread love in times of someone else's despair.

To make a difference in someone’s life is rare,

If I could just touch one person’s heart and let them know that I am there;

I would tell them; “Life is beautiful and you should be fully aware”.

The thought of living can be sublime, when I started living I was born for the first time.

I am Born.

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