• I am the hushed whisper in the boughs of the trees.
    I am the weakness that sends you to your knees.
    I am the feather-light kiss laid on plump, unsure lips.
    I am the landscape with all it's hills and dips.
    I am the rattle and hum of a pair of beating hearts.
    I am the source where all the pain starts.
    I am the cherished warmth on a dead winter night.
    I am the restless street dog looking for a fight.
    I am the gentle streaks of icy rain pelting your window.
    I am the hospitable door open wide when you have no where to go.
    I am the crushing loneliness you feel in your sleep.
    I am the reason why there are no more tears for you to weep.
    I am the rumble and roar of a lion's stale breath as it purrs.
    I am the prickle of pain in the woods where there are burrs.
    I am the ache in your breast as you dive for a bullet.
    I am the trigger of the gun you hold as you c**k it and pull it.
    I am your last chance for hope in your weakest hour.
    I am the government minus the lies and the power.
    I am the invisible nudge to get you to boldy speak your mind.
    I am the emptiness when there's nothing left to find.
    I am the grains of sand which fall through the chasm as the hourglass counts time.
    I am the silently moving man painted black and white, named "mime".
    I am the dull blade's edge as it runs coolly across your skin and leaves a white trail.
    I am the wood of the cross that awaits an innocent body and driving nail.
    I am the crumbling bricks in the World Trade Center as the towers crash to the ground.
    I am the pitiful vacant scream which makes no sound.
    I am a girl who is forgotten and lost.
    I am what I am, at a price with no cost.