Who I Am

I am your coffee in the morning.

I am the sugar, the sweetener, and the semi-skimmed milk.

I am your toast gone cold.

I am the splat of spilt coffee you can't be bothered to clean up.

I am the bus you missed.

I am the train that's late.

I am the people who yell at you day after day.

I am everything you hate about being human,

And everything you love.

I am a rollercoaster.

I am a fifty-foot drop.

I am the things you never thought you could do.

I am the things that shock your friends.

I am the silver lining on every cloud.

I am chocolate, and sex, and the Brooklyn Bridge.

And everything else that makes your tummy flip.

I am the broken promise.

I am the branch that snapped.

I am the lung cancer.

I am HIV.

I am the drunk driver.

I am the car crash.

And I am the prison bars.

I am the sad things you can't forget.

I am the happy things you'll never want to.

I am excited, and I am ready.

I am here, and I am there.

I am everywhere you need me to be.

And I am everyone you want me to be.

I am your first.

I am your last.

I am everything in between.

I am who I am because of everyone.

You are who you are because of me.

NOTE: This poem was inspired by Red, a friend of mine who is an artist, and who has been very inspirational to me over the years that I have known her. Thank you, Red.