All That I Am by Julia Wood

All That I Am

Sometimes I feel shallow

 like an insufficient tide pool

But I know that I am not

I am made of star mass

 and band-aids

 and wide green eyes

 and dirt from the garden

 and apple juice boxes

 and scrapes and bruises

 and stubbed toes

 and sandy hair

 and words written

 and chapped lips

 and unfinished stories

I am all that I’ve experienced

 all that I’ve endured

I am so much more than what you see today

I am so much more than what I see today