Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Allow Me To Introduce Myself prose poem

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I am rage mixed with fire.
I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake.

I am hurt and abandonment.
I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up.

I am skinned knees and busted lips.
I will stumble and fall and learn to like the taste of my own blood.

I am tears and sadness.
I will drown you in my ocean of darkness.


I am fearless with a side of recklessness.
I will rip my heart from my chest time and time again.

I am calloused hands and determination.
I will fight and crawl if that is what it takes.

I am the sun and a full moon.
I will brighten your darkest days and darkest nights.

I am hope and love.
I will be the quiet reassurance that you will never have to feel alone.

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