ramon-yanez
American
I am that which cannot be broken / The untamed spirit / Of a wandering soul in a weary sack of bones / Floating endlessly through cycles of longing / And loss / I am that which cannot be tamed / The wilds of a forest / The passion of love / I am that which is blessed / With the curse of life / And of strife / I am that which cannot be explained / The random mutation / And spontaneous creation / I am both the poem and the poet / The rhyme and the time spent and made / I am not but a memory of a figment of a fraction of the sight / Of all you have seen in your life / I am that which I claim to be / I am that which you make of me / To myself I am nothing more than a tapestry / Worn down by time / Worn out by life / And still exuberant / The untold stories and unseen glories / I am that which cannot be broken / I am the will and the way / I am.
