I Am

I am not well known,

but I’m important

Someone out there knows my name.

It’s not because I sing well,

Talk well, or dance,

Though I do fine, all the same.

I have a path brilliante,

That trails through the stars

Light, illumination, heals my scars.

I have a place somewhere,

I just have to glance around.

Looking toward the sky, not the ground.

There is an ache within me

That asks me who I am

Tied down by my remembrance,

The ashes stay my feet,

Darkening my sight

Muddling my reflection.

“Remember who you are.”

Echoes though my thoughts

A cacophony of voices

The rhythms bend and twist

My writing starts to fade…

I am.

I am…

I.

I am a spark.

More than a giant’s shadow

Or tree’s majestic shade.

I am…

Still figuring that out.