Life

All I Am

How lovely it is

to find home again.

In this home

I am what I am,

and what I am

is a river,

a rock,

a lion,

a ballerina.

What I am

is all I am.

All I am

is all there ever was.

All I am

is all

I am.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

Great poem. It’s always comfortable to think “I am what I am.” It does good things for my self-esteem.

Me too, Julia. ‘I am what I am’ feels like a safe and beautiful hug for our own self. 💞xx

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