I am a thousand tiny pieces, Scattered and reaching.
I am a puzzle, Corners most distinguishable.
I am a storm shrouded Wednesday, Letting loose in torrents.
I am a sun soaked Sunday, Warm and bright and restoring.
I am water, Born in a desert land.
I am fire, One in a long line of passionate others.
I am a whisper, A remnant of a history raised in shadows.
I am an echo, Of all I have encountered.
I am sorrow, An ache ever present to those who gave up the fight.
I am laughter, Against the odds.
I am forgiveness, Given and received.
I am irrational hope, Thread together by grace.
I am a curious collection of opposites, Fearful and driven, lost and found, hidden and illuminated.
I am an endless story.