Who Am I?

Skin.
And beneath that, muscles.
Nerves and vessels move between.
Blood flows.
Heart pumps.
Legs and arms flex and relax.
But is that me?
Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows.
Laughter echoes.
Winks, blinks, eyelash flutters.
Ears listen.
But is that me?
Passion flares.
Excitement rises.
Mouth talks.
Eyes sparkle.
This is me.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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

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