I am it all.
I am the early morning glistening dew drop
the raging river rushing to the sea
and the vastness of the ocean herself.
I am the flutter of the hummingbird's wing
and the breeze created from its flap.
I am the warmth felt from the sun's ray caressing your cheek
and I am the burning fire ball that is the sun.
The thunder that shakes the silent air is me
and I am the stillness found in between each rumble.
I am hatred that you could not fathom would exist
the shock of the cruelty that one could inflict upon themselves,
starvation, beatings, cutting, poisoning,
Such severe punishment I sentenced myself with.
I am also the love, compassion, and forgiveness
who opened the cage and empowered this dove to fly again,
who set her free soaring through infinite blue skies.
I am the support, nourishment, and acceptance
it took to repair the damage that occurred in this imprisonment.
I am the secrets once held so close
I am the rage,
the blood curdling screams that freed them from the depths of my hell.
I am death
death of beliefs, perceptions, and of my victimization.
I am the violent storm and the rebirth of life it brought,
life flowing to, in, and around me,
life loving me, me loving life back
a participant, a co-creator with unlimited potential,
a believer in myself.
A remembrance and an understanding to the collection of it all,
the all that I am.