I am the chaos

I am the chaos, the dark and the light

I am the deepest point in the night

I am the sunlight that breaks at the dawn

I am the thunderous, quite frightening storm

I am the roar and the crest of a wave

I am the dream that won’t go away

I am the reason that you want to stay

I am the trauma and I am afraid

Mine is the mercy to lie upon softly

Mine is the insight that stuns and accosts me

I am the blind spot that means I can’t see

I am the willow, the gracious soft tree

I am the baby you put down so gently

And I am the presence of loss and of plenty

I am the dancer, my life is the dance

I meet disillusion and I feel entranced,

I am the mother, the child and the whore

I am fulfilled and I crave the more

I am the channel and these are my words

I am the healer and I am the hurt

I am the tissues and I am the skin

I am the one you sometimes don’t let in

I am the one who meets love with goodbye

I am the sober and I am the high

This is a moment and these are some words

Attempting to capture the joy and the hurt

I am a writer and I am a girl

I am a woman who wants to unfurl

Rhythm gives structure, syllables rhyme

This is a small way of claiming what’s mine

I am no better and I am no worse

One day I’ll find myself lain in a hearse

I am the vessel for life yet unborn

My body is ageing, my skin slightly worn

Memories gather, accrue every day

Each day that passes is a unique day

I am the lover, the fool and the knight

You are the one I want to kiss goodnight.

I hope you can see me, can know all I am

I hope my complexity, you understand

You are a person, a lover, a friend

I must respect that, and must not pretend

That being together means losing our selves

To love is to hold and to let go as well.

(Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash. Thank you, Darius.)