I am human, pieced together by aging tape, paste, and chewing gum. I am the broken pieces of a used, abused, and neglected past- hopeful of creating a future out of watercolors, charcoal, dirt, and fire.
I am long nights filled with whispers of a summer breeze; the tiniest dew droplets on a budding daisy in the pink and golden rays of a sunrise. I am the lonely rock in an unforgiving sea, beaten by the waves that crash and roll all around me. While the storm rages overhead, while the lightning illuminates the angry purple skies, and the rain beats down on everything it can sting; I shine down from my place among the stars surrounded by the unknown in the milky galaxies.
I am human, born of clay and breath, molded in the sculptor's hands. I am powerful at my weakest. I am a new chance with every breath I take. I am alive, and though my mind fills with voices of death, each breeze that fills my lungs is another reason to take the next step. To flash the next smile, or shed the next tear.
I am hopeful, innovative, self-destructive, and teachable. I will burn down forests and blow up buildings; and I will plant new gardens, nourishing the soil and coaxing it from the dead. I will design new buildings and lay the foundation for the next generations to come. I will ultimately be the demise of myself, but for now I will create.
I will take and I will give.
