I am human. I am not a metaphor, nor a phrase, nor an object. I am not the ocean that is full of wonders and mysteries. I am not the universe, not infinite nor filled with endless possibilities.
I am human. Not an unsung hero nor a glorified story. I am not a part of legends nor the future of men.
I am not rich, nor poor, nor fat, nor thin. I am not limited by my pages nor the frame this life had started me with.
I am not shaped by the misgivings of the world, Nor am I lifted by the generosity of it.
I am human.
I am not the answer to your prayers Nor am I the cause of your questions.
I am the flesh that covers my body that shields me from harm. I am the words that leaves my mouth, the letters that I write. I am my dreams, my lessons, my flaws, and my strength. I am the thoughts that fill my head, And the path that I pave.
I am my own person, My own choice, My own creation.
I am my seconds, my minutes and my hours. I am human.