I Am

I am the lone wolf

standing out in the middle of a blizzard

Nearly invisible in the white snow

I am the folded and crinkled pages

Of a well-read novel

I am the fading ink pen

I am the wrinkled paper

I am the lone leaf

Clinging to a tree in fall

I am the dusty tea set

Hiding in a corner of the attic

Long forgotten

I am the warm blanket

On a bitter winter’s day

I am the wingds of the eagle

Soaring through the sky

I am the beautiful rose

With thorns to protect

I am the teddy bear with one eye

But is loved anyways

I am who I am

And no one can change me