I Am No Object

I am not one or even ten things

I am not the flesh that stands before you

Or the span of my wings

I am no answer to the question “who”

I am the isthmus between

An ocean of quiet resolve

And that of a raging sea

Faithfully open and never withdrawn

I am confidence bloomed from self-doubt

I am promise built from disaster

The decision to take the less-traveled route

I am the medicine in laughter

I am a substance of flux and flow

Ever-changing and molded by adversity

I am the transition from chaos to serenity

The peaceful slow 

Between dissonance and harmony