I Am - Poem by Isaak DeMaio
I am the sirens,
sounding off when you're too deep,
I am the lost dream,
forgotten when you awaken from sleep.
I am the persistant,
never giving up on the chase,
I am the simplicity,
bringing a sweet smile to your face.
I am the elder,
always covering your tracks,
I am the set of eyes,
behind your head watching your back.
I am the heed,
listening to anger as you burst,
and I am the love,
unconditionally given when you're at your worst.
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