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I am, I am, I am [Poem]

Posted: August 27, 2014

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Who am I? I am many things, and all things possible, says this lovely poem on the self.

One of the top 5 entries for August’s Muse of the Month writing theme, with the cue “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am”, taken from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.

August-muse-of-the-monthWhen the moon peeps out

from behind grey clouds

creating hope on a dull night

I am darkness.


When an ink pen my lover gifted

our first year together

turns up once declared lost

I am fortunate.


When water splashes against

rocks as it makes its way down

hidden waterfall in the woods

I am sadness.


When I give up trying after

Eight years of giving it my all

the strip turns a deep red

I am living dead.


When sweat drips down my back

on a warm summer’s day

of heated arguments in the park

I am the light.


When your voice fails you

after vowing to never stay mute

unsaid is our only conversation

I am the words.


When an ice cream truck makes

a loud sound on its way around

with cheering kids chasing it

I am happiness.


When I watch her laugh without

worries, qualms or inhibitions

consumed by emotions

I am whole.


When an aeroplane takes flight

with it my heart in my mouth

cotton-candy clouds calm me down

I am at peace.


When fears envelope my thoughts

each night as I toss and turn in bed

Waiting for dawn to break

I am the nightmare.


When my imagination rewrites

reality in the way you hoped

and wished it would end

I am broken.


When everything makes me cry

I am the dream.


I take a deep breath

and calm my racing heart.

I am here,

a contradiction.


Everything and nothing

visible and invisible

the silence and the song.


Pic credit: Ley (Used under a Creative Commons license)

About the Author: Srinidhi Raghavan lives in Hyderabad, India. She splits her time between imaginary lands with female superheroes and working for women and child rights. She writes to make sense of these two complicated worlds.

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