Literature
I am
I am not the sun nor the stars,
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.