I am the leaves in the trees
and the critters that crawl
when the sun is sleeping,
the pleasant and gentle wind
that tangles through your hair,
the writhing of your toes
in the warm sand.

I am the reason every kiss
feels like the first,
the exhilaration in his eye when he sees you.
I am the lighthearted laughter
you don’t recall enjoying this much,
the naïve i-love-yous
And the intensity of that summer fling,
the haze
of the days when it all
seemed so simple.
I am those forbidden late-night phone calls,
and sneaking out in the small hours,
that unforgettable feeling of fleeting beauty
and the man in the moon:
through crater eyes I watch
heartbreak sneak up
on you.


I am the delicate complexity of the web
and how effortlessly it can be destroyed,
just as trust and hope
can be broken with the flick of a wrist.
I am the uplifting optimism
of a young girl
laughing for a world with distressing simplicity.
She knows not the ugliness
it has yet to offer her.
I am snow,
crystallized beauty,
graceful gaiety in its finest,
mindlessly drifting through its short life,
soon to join the others,
the fallen soldiers.

I am secrets,
utterings you hear in the night.
I am the beast under your bed,
waiting patiently
for you to rest your feet near,
so I can consume you,
coil my way around your chine
And grey the flame
in your eyes.
I am fear,
loneliness,
depression,
addiction,
mutilation.

I am recovery,
refuge,
renewal.


I am your worst and your best.
But never your only.