"I am"

Not who you think I am, I am not who you want me to be

"I AM"

I am tall in the short breaths of life, chilled by the breeze of early spring, warmed by the gentleness of Gods touch.

I am silent as I listen to the trees whistle for the coming of tomorrow.

I am still as I watch the waves move with ripples of joy, I feel the air nestle in my lungs as I inhale the pain slowly exhaling the peace within. The taste of hope tickles my nose as I smell the earth give scents of glorious blossoms.

I am awed by the beauty of His touch, framed in His image, flawed are my yesterdays, in todays perfection of His love.

I am

Angela Sheree Kennedy

This poem has been copy written and exclusively belongs to Author Angela s. Kennedy

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