Who are you? (Prose)

I am me
I am the rain torrents in winter
The summer drops upon the ground
I am the autumn leaves of colour
New blossoms in the spring

I am strong ~ the noise of thunder
I am darkness
I am light
I am impatient
Determined
I am strong willed at times

I am caring and forgiving
I do not suffer fools
Or those friendships that aren’t real
I am an artist
I am a mother

I am intuitive
I am open
I love to love
I hate to hate

I love
I cry
I laugh
I empathise
I am a drama queen

I’m a speaker and a listener
Land on my feet ~ most of the time
I am a writer and would be poet
I have an imaginary mind

I am an animal lover
I have an addictive nature
I am a traveller
I am me

the particles, the cells

the good, the bad

the pretty and the ugly

I love that I am living

I am young though I am not

I love holding hands and making love

I can make people laugh or cry

I love watching movies that make me weep

I love watching new born foals take their first new steps

I love to sip red wine and converse with my old friends

I love that I can help those that are in need

I love my daughters with every breath

I love with all my heart, my gorgeous mum and dad

I am who I am

I am plain and simply

ME

So who are you?

©jmtacken Dec 2013

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Safe Haven

What length of time
causes our
outer shell to harden
skins when born so soft
pile on velvet cushions
cotton wool
day to day survival
forms our crust
hurtful painful moments
we toughen
with each lesson
we teach ourselves
grow up
cloaking tears
anger
resentment
enmity
self discovery
in our own pain
we grow
we harden
giddy happiness
does not spring to mind
laughter
memories of good love
living breathing
darker interludes
commonplace
forms our crust
the cortex of
ourselves
to the outside
perhaps not ourselves
this is a monster

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Footnote: There is a monster at the end of this.
Perhaps it is a nice monster. One that is cute & cuddly and we don’t have to be afraid of. Maybe it’s nice, like Grover. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s scary or hides under the bed until all the lights are out. Maybe it’s human. Maybe it’s not. All I know is that at the end of this….there is a monster. Is it hairy with big teeth? What does it eat? Me? I hope not, but…
Brian from Dverse has set the challenge.

This is my 1st entry into http://dversepoets.com/. I was prompted to have a peek by the lovely Miriam (as I so enjoy prompts). Critique very welcome  and encouraged as I am relatively new to the Poetry World.