A poem I had to write for English, about myself. My *favorite* subject. Not. It was a little constricted, creatively speaking, because we had to write about our nicknames, what kind of weather we were, etc.  So stop listening to me babbling, and read on…

I

I am no one

And no one is me.

My waters are that of a quiet stream,

raging at heart.

Yet others do not see.

To you I am Nel,

Nelz, my little gold one,

And many others that I wish

Not to recall.

I wonder if you can see

behind my ornate mask.

Drink not of me,

for I am medicine; bitter.

I am the rain

at times melancholy,

or cheerful and nourishing.

I am the lone wolf

for solitude was my religion

and the moon my only god.

I am the sturdy traveling boot,

dusty and full of tales

that whisper of my voyages,

far far away.

I tread an unwinding path

unaware of where my feet lead me

Yet in my dreams,

I fly.

I am a rare child’s toy,

a simple flower, plain.

Yet be wary of me,

for my thorns I am unafraid to employ.

I am no one,

And no one is me.

I am simply

I.

*Luna*