I Am......
i
transform
myself
i do not create
myself
i do not destroy
myself
i do not have
that power
i am ripe
as a red luscious
fruit
i am not my curse
oh i cease
to be just
a word
or a work of
art
beyond wood and metal
beyond
my own canvass,
i fall
so gently
and surrender
to my root
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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