I Am
I am sunlight breaking into the old growth forest.
I am dusty fur and sweet horse smell.
I am memories of cold creeks and crawdads and friendship.
I am melting chocolate bars and sugarless lattes in a coffee shop.
I am burst of blue sky in a whirling waterfall of snow.
I am baby bird who tasted her first breath of flight.
I am swirls of yellow in “Starry Night.”
I am freedom in an outstretched arm, a perfect pirouette, the sound of music carving the mountains of my soul.
I am sandcastles in the roses and forget-me-not sky.
I am Hestia’s hearth hidden in the fierce, eternal beauty of the Parthenon.
I am rumble of the subway in New York City, and the sad, distant knowledge of the sea beyond.
Author's Note: This is a school project where the poem has to be about ten lines and must have each line start with the phrase "I am." Not what I usually write, but I wanted to get some feedback on it to see if there are any noticable things I should change.
