A smile can be warm like that of a good friend
and it can be mocking or plastic and full of malicious intent
Words have the power to touch the heart
it can both seal its wounds and tear it apart
Hands can touch the physical plane
to pick up those who have fallen or cause excruciating pain
Water is just like everything else
it can make life and take it, form shells and shatter them
Life brings
beautiful and terrible things
Death takes
our happiness and suffering
I am not bad neither am I good
I am my own life's miracle and plague
I have healed just as much as I have wounded
I have the will and power to be either hero or crook
But what we are to others or ourselves depends on where we choose to look
poem by 13 year old me