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I am what is here-



faulty, imperfect

scarred and marred

no wishes, no pleas

nor tears

change what is



reality lie cold

before me

like a frozen pond

at winter's end-



skate along carefully

for cracks send you through

trapped beneath inches

of cold ice,

freezing emotions

into cubes

that tinkle in the glass

of fated hell-



only to melt rapidly

as the beast swallows you

in drunken mirth.



I am what is here-



a child inside

clinging, scared

to the strong hand

of Father

looking to Him

with eyes big

full of hope

for guidance

forgiveness

love



for acceptance.



I am what is here-



insecurity

fear

apprehension

rolled and formed

into one human being



one singular

in the masses

of many alike.



I am what is here-



illness

pain

suffering



the meek

the strong-willed

the inner and outer struggle

fighting each other

constantly

to be the survivor

the strong

the victor

of all my battles.



I am what is here-

I am simply me-

I am all.