I Am

I am not a woman of God. 

I am not the color of my skin.

I am not the clothes I wear or the language I speak.

I am not the length of my hair or what I eat or when I sleep.

I am neither pink nor panther.

I am not my work.

I am not who I kiss, or who I wake up next to in the morning.

I am not your expectations, not your dreams and I am definitely not yours to keep.

But let me tell you who I am.

I am love that has found home in the many rooms of my heart.

I am the music I hum, the books I read, the tears I cry, the lies I hide and the truth I stand by.

I am the screams I swallow and the words I write.

I am the sun and the moon and all that lies in between. 

I am the light in the dark and the dark in my mortal heart.

I am the scars I wear as badges of honor. 

I am all that I lost and found- in me, of me, about me.

I am the mountains I climbed and conquered.

I am also the boulders I carried on my back, and still do.

I am friends who turned foes, and also friends who turned into family. 

I am the people who exchanged forgiveness with me.

I am the people who share my fears and failures, but also my joy and successes. 

I am a 3 am phone call and a 12 noon brunch.

I am this and much more, waiting to unravel universes which reside in me. 

I am maybe blue, the warmest color that there is.