I Think I Am Poem by Molly LaBelle

I am not the pouring rain or the light sprinkle.
I am the sun coming out of the clouds on the way to the beach
And the storm clouds covering the sky while in the water.
I am not your favorite dessert
(only on some days)
I am not your least favorite vegetable
(only on some days)
But instead I am
The half warmed bowl of soup
Fresh out of the microwave.
I am not
A calm Sunday afternoon
Nor am I
A busy Monday morning
Or anything in between.
I belong to the hours of the night
That are the most quiet.
I am not
The perfect melody
That sings when the sky is blue
But maybe I am the quiet song in the distance
On a gloomy day.
I am the thunder in a rainstorm and
The clouds on a bright July day.
I am not
Crippled
Or helpless.
I am a sweatshirt and shorts
In the middle of the summer.
I am the wind that blows
On your perfect hair day.
I am mediocre
and
n o t h i n g
m o r e