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I Am

Aug 9, 2024

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(Poem of the Week)


She wears a watch that doesn’t work

because it was her grandmother’s,

because time both moves and

doesn’t exist—

a form of timelessness.


She talks of heaven and earth

and other realms

knowing one thing for sure—

it’s full of animals.


She’s a little bit of everybody

she’s ever loved,

her true spirit is blessed

with God’s love.


She knows true love is divine

unchanging and fluid

like a still river,

a Goddess,

an ancestor,

a Druid.


Full of hope and faith,

some days weak,

some full of strength—

there are muses and music

that guide her way.


She’ll read runes,

rub crystals,

and burn the sage—

she tries her best,

takes life day by day.


By magic she moves energy

and the fairies, they play—

as the trees share her love

in the forest she bathes.


Her spells involve movement

She’ll dare you to dance—

she sees by feeling

and loves to laugh.


Her cat once was human,

eyes don’t lie.

They talk to each other—

he stands by her side.


In motion or stillness

she goes into trance,

discovering simple things

or new worlds by chance.


Into the in-between

she sees dragons and gnomes—

she can chant a melody

and give others a know.


Prayers get answered

sometimes quiet sometimes loud.

All things connected—

she gets help from above.


When she sleeps

she dreams,

she sees truth and she flies.

She learns with her books

and when

her shadow

cries.


She pledges allegiance to the flag,

The Constitution,

the American way.


She’ll listen to you,

and hear what you say;

but she thinks for herself,

in a loving way.


She practices calm,

yet passion she has—

she knows where she comes from,

who she is, what she has.


Born under the cross

through the years she has grown—

self-improvement

part of her goals.


Dancing and hugging,

sunshine and rain—

she’s not perfect,

but she tries every day.


Breathing deeply,

focused on the light—

she writes this poem,

though humbled and slight.


Her heart sometimes frail,

her will is to fight—

for what she believes in,

and accepting God’s flight.


There’s much more to tell

she loves and she weeps,

she wants others and herself

to live

happily.


—Celia Blake



I Am is from Part I of Muse © 2023 Celia Blake

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