“I am”
By: Racheal Lu
I am alive and living, but a breath of a whisper cried off by the winds.
I am the space between us two where confusion whirls and whips our cheeks. I am word defined by those whom I’ve embraced; left cold or warm by tempers kindled by the day.
I am the remnant of a life lived long ago
Still lacing up these same old boots
Too small for growing feet
I am the hobo traveler with the beast burdens on my back, thumbs up on towards the highway a free ride to anywhere but here.
I am the cheers to new beginnings and the dead stops that brought me here. I am the fire of I told you so’s echoing from my mother’s door string in her loving eyes and the feet that brought me home.
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