I Am

I am…

A piece of bark from an aspen tree,

Washed up against the murky shores.

I drift along the waves,

Going with the flow until

I reach my final resting place.

I am…

A glass mirror.

Reflected back at me,

Are the coincidences of life,

Cracking my delicate shell,

One blow at a time.

I am…

A piece of titanium steel,

Hammered away at,

To find perfection,

But I will not be molded or bent,

I am what I am.

I am what I am!