I Am

I wrote this poem in March 2018 while at a workshop, based on Rising Strong by Brené Brown. On day 3, we had time to write a poem - the title for this section was “Standing in our Own Mystery: The “I am” project.”

I went outside to write mine, and I can remember being surrounded by fields, some cows, these enormous huge blue skies in the frosty early spring in the Lake District. This is my “I Am” poem and a photo I love from the area where we were: the heart-shaped cloud in the sky was pretty magical.

I am Carolina blue skies and wispy white vapour trails,

The rainbow that follows a storm.

I am the messy earth, that smells like wisdom and sinks into carpets.

I am the dance of the butterflies, spinning into infinity,

lost in the fanciful freedom of flight.

I am the fern that grows in the cracks of the wall,

allowed by the imperfection to be its own beauty.

I am skinned knees and grazes,

and deeper than that,

I am strong and I’m soft and I’m brave and I’m the pumping heart of my existence.

I am wonder and beauty and awe and trust and light.

I am love.