I am not
a graffiti on a subway wall
nor a carving
on some excavated prehistoric cave
I am not
an echo in a grand canyon
nor a voice
broadcast on radio
I am not
an image from figments of imagination
nor a reflection
in some broken glass
I am a soul
with dimensions
expanded under the heat of love
shrunk in the cold of your heart
I would be nothing
if not everything that I am
And I'm not you
so judge me not
by the measures that tailor you.
You may be a tree
and I may be a tumbleweed
But when the strong fierce wind blows
it'll tumble me
and break YOU!