I’m more than all of this that you can see here
I’m definitely more than all the things I hold dear
I’m more than my name, although I carry it with pride
It’s one of the few things I carry with me since my dad died
I’m more than all this heft I have with me every day
I’m even more than all the thoughts and words I want to say
I’m more than the tears that often well up and roll down my cheek
I’m more than all the dreams and goals for which I seek
While all these are part of what makes me, me
I’m more than all of what you can see.
I’m goodness and kindness and laughter and love
And the gift that you refuse to open from above
I’m also sadness and anger and rage
Sometimes the animal pacing in her cage
I’m all my hopes and dreams and desires
I’m cold with fear and yet burn with fire
I’m all the stories I hold deep inside of me
I’m everyone that has ever been part of my journey
I’m light and beauty and sometimes insane
I’m all things great and small and mundane
I’m definitely more than some cute little hottie
Because not everyone can handle the curves of this body.
I’m beautiful and smart and funny and strong
I’m more than the weight of exhaustion when the day has been long.
I’m more than I could ever write down in this poem
I’m the desert, the mountains, the city, the place to call home.
Rachael Collins
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