I am not a metaphor

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Who am I really? 

 

I am not a metaphor 

nor the killing thing between your teeth

I am not your sadness made flesh 

and I am not sorry

for I am only what I am.

 

I am not a damn metaphor 

yet no one in my family ever says the word "damn" 

and I've read Dickenson long enough to convince myself

that I could become a poem

and the fragments still take copper in my mouth.

 

I am not a metaphor.

When I am a hurricane

I am a hurricane and I rage. 

When I am a street lamp

I am the street lamp lit up outside your window. 

When I am a mirror

I am the mirror reflecting your face back at you. 

 

And I cannot continously become what I wish for

but I will not be anything I don't have faith in. 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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