I am
the daffodil
dancing in the breeze
I am
the rain drops
falling from clouds
on gloomy afternoons
I am
the caramel syrup
with whipped cream
topping your iced coffee
giving it its sweet taste
I am
the blue dress
hanging in the closet
waiting for the day
to be picked and
worn out once again
I am
the woman looking
in the rearview mirror
at the young couple
behind her in a loving
embrace wondering
her own what-ifs
- Inspired by dVerse MTB: I am, The First Person Narrative
Although this poem does not necessarily meet the prompt's requirements, this piece was inspired by the "I am" phrase.
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