I am

My heart,

Is like a huge rain cloud,

Ready to burst open,

Letting my emotions flow out,

Reopening,

Mended wounds,

Of the past.

My voice,

Is like a song,

Flowing through the air.

It seems like it will never be heard,

Or understood,

But it won’t give up,

Searching for someone,

Who will hear,

And understand it.

My hands,

Are like the branches of a tree.

There reaching up,

Growing toward the sunlight,

Trying to reach there greatest potential.

I am,

A rain cloud,

That’s getting ready to burst,

I am,

A song,

Trying to be heard,

And understood.

And I am,

The branches of a tree,

Trying to reach my greatest potential.

All these things,

Make up me,

And that’s all,

That I can be.