There Poem by Fiona Burgess

There,
There is who am.
That little speck you see?
That little speck is me.
Amid the tumbling mass of life
There is whre
I stand.
Surrounded by chaos and tranquility
An island of one, that is me.
There
A Mere shadw
Hollow, insubstantial as air
But filld with emotion, delivered with flair
And that is where I am.
There.
I sway with the enregy of the world
Held in place by my convictions
Like a sapling tree
Bound to the earth
Reaching for the heavens
And that is where I'll always be,
There.