Who I Really Am

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is one of my favorite poems from my book, A Collection of Reflections. It's the only pre-college piece I'm going to include on this Booksie account.

Submitted: September 27, 2012

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If I were a sound, I’d be the whisper of the wind in the trees.
On the edge of consciousness and something greater,
Caressing your ears, and stirring in your mind.
 
If I were a color, I’d be twilight grey;
A disappearing shadow,
Child of the Fey.
 
If I were a smell, I’d be Confederate Jasmine;
Calm, comfortable, lovely,
Soothing your soul.
 
If I were a taste, I’d be the sea air;
Salty, cool, crisp,
The taste of freedom.
 
If I were a surface, I’d be a red dirt road;
Roughshod through the trees,
I give just enough to bear the weight of my soul.
 
I am not these;
Yet they are who I truly am.
Lover of the skies,
Daughter of the land.


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