This poem showed up and demanded to be written, in the way that poems do. It’s a song of strength and dignity. You get to choose who you want to be… and you get to change when you want to. So be the lightning, the sunrise, the meadow - be wonderfully, marvelously YOU!
I am not my loss. I am more than what was taken from me. I am more than an orphan, more than a widow, more than a mother grieving her children. I am not my loss. I am more than the worst that’s been done to me. I am more than a victim, more than a target, more than a wounded one pleading for justice. I am not my loss. I am made in the image and likeness of God. I am more than your reflection, more than your losses. I define who and what I am. I am the voice of the hurricane’s wind I am the seedling pushing up through the soil I am the scent of a fire in the forest I am the first ripe tomato of summer I am the rainbow, the sunset, the sea. I am not my loss. I am more than you can imagine. I am what I choose to be.
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