I Am
I am silent. I am still.
I am a work in progress.
I am undiscovered lines
of poetry.
I am your unwritten
tax evasion form.
I am an unconscious
consciousness.
I am life before death
and death after life.
I am the absence of perfection
and perfection's notice.
I am immortalised
and unfortunate.
I am before morning
and after midnight.
I am the opposite of love
and hate combined together
into one.
I am frequently remembered,
but so easily forgotten.
I am a cosmonaut, lost in space,
without a planet to call home.
I am the definition of loneliness,
but the apex of compassion.
I am trapped between regret
and the prospect of futures
yet to arrive.
I am sanctuary. I am danger.
I should be left alone
and kept close by
in equal moderation.
I am your dream.
I am your nightmare.
I am your will and your resolve
and cannot be demolished
with a single wrecking ball.
I should know,
I am one of those as well.
I am a battering ram, I am a splint,
two opposites masking themselves
as a singular object.
I am an empty plate,
as often as I am a banquette.
I am this paper
and I am this verse.
I am what you have just read aloud.