I.
I Am.
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I am the spark in my mother’s eyes
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I am the pure soul, absorbing
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I am the hero, riding into the sunset, enemy’s head on my pike
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I am you… for the moment, when you read my words
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I am the teacher, bringing light to your eyes
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I am the center of myself
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I am the wounded, crawling at your feet
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I am the fading, struggling to leave an imprint
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I am my shadow
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tick tock
I Am.
I am all.
tick…
I will be none.
tock.
Mary over at dVerse has us writing about time and its impact on our life. This is my attempt. What a wonderful prompt… come and join us at the bar!
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What an interesting and concise way to carry us through a lifetime. Your phrasing and form led me to propel ever more rapidly through the lines.
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thank you for reading 🙂
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Ah, the blur of all the selves we contain. Nicely done
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thank you, Sabio
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This is an interesting subject.
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