I am a live wire full of hurt and distress,
I am a daisy
I am unphased, numb and a mess
I am an oak tree
I am shattered, torn and in defeat
I am the moon
I am unread, disregarded and incomplete
I am me
I do not have a hidden agenda
I cannot always see the colors of the wind
i see your eyes that are so kind
and that is when I realize you are the beauty that cannot be
redefined.
J.M