I Am-a self-love poem

I am

(A self-love poem)

Maria Mar ©2012

This is my 2011 I am poem written in retrospective *

I am

A speck of dust

flying in the wind.

The pollen perhaps

that germinates a field.

The oxygen atom

that revives a breathless man.

I am

A tiny drop

in the vast ocean.

The drop that joins others

to rise in a huge wave.

The drop that carries

food to a school of fish.

I am

a wee light

glowing in the Great Darkness.

The light that

brings the lost ships to harbor

and guides the child

safely home.

I am not so big

that I burst out of my own skin.

Not so small

to be insignificant.

Not less.

Not more.

I am enough;

perfect, in fact,

for the purpose for which

I was created.

And while that purpose

may not fill a stadium,

it feels my heart.

And that is a vastness

for which no words exist

except my own.

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Maria Mar

March 30, 2012

*From Diary of Now

* NOTE FROM AUTHOR:

Every year I write an I AM poem for my birthday. Last year, however, I could not write it because I was going through very difficult times that demanded every ounce of my energy. Today I wrote this I AM poem in retrospective and offer it to you as a message of self-love.

NOTE FROM EDITORS: This poem is an intellectual property of Maria Mar. You cannot copy or distribute it. You may, however, send a link to this page. If you are interested in reproducing this poem for your blog or site, please contact the author using our contact box.

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