I am the sum of every longing—
the dreamer
and the dream
made flesh.

I am the god I search for in silent hours,
the altar
and the offering
laid bare upon it.

I am the prayer,
whispered through clenched teeth,
half hope,
half hunger.

I am the beginning—
the first inhale,
the first cry,
the first breaking.

I am the end—
the final word,
the fading light,
the quiet surrender.

I am the exhibitionist.
I am the ******.
I am the mirror
and the eye that never blinks.

All that I am,
all that I will be,
begins and ends within me.

I am the predator.
I am the prey.
The claw,
the wound,
the blood between.

I am rebirth.
I am death.
The flame
and the ash.

I am the giver.
I am the taker.
The mother.
The child.
The echo,
and the voice
calling out into it.

I AM
I AM
I AM.