Wednesday, February 1, 2017

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

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