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"I Am" Poem

I am a deceivingly delicate rose, with razor-sharp thorns and a long, elegant stem.

I wonder if I have brightened the world’s light, or if I have dimmed its already faint glow.

I hear millions of voices from the future, each one singing a different song, creating a complex choir.

I see a single flame that seems to be almost swallowed by eerie darkness burn ceaselessly, giving me hope to keep going.

I want to just once be able to think that I’m enough.

I am a deceivingly delicate rose, with razor-sharp thorns and a long, elegant stem.


I pretend to rewrite the story of the universe, to fix all its flaws while knowing that it is impossible.

I feel dreams brush my fingertips; fiery, blazing comets that everyone wants, but don't realize that they burn to the touch.

I touch and try to catch wishes, each a slippery, silver fish that leaps from navy blue waves, casting silhouettes on the pale, cold moon.

I worry about fading away in the minds of others until I am only a nearly transparent shadow of someone they knew long ago.

I cry as I imagine the world around me close in, as I fall down a never-ending, pitch-black hole.

I am a deceivingly delicate rose, with razor-sharp thorns and a long, elegant stem.


I understand that I don’t need to constantly hide behind false perfection, but I still find myself struggling to take off the mask.

I say words that haunt me like vengeful ghosts that creep around every corner, and I know it’s too late to take them back.

I dream of leaving a legacy that will be remembered and appreciated, whatever it may be.

I try to live life to its fullest before it flashes by like a streak of golden lightning; here one second and gone the next.

I hope that whatever mysterious, winding path I choose will lead me to somewhere I want to be.

I am a deceivingly delicate rose, with razor-sharp thorns and a long, elegant stem.


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