*"I Am"*
This is a poem from my recently published book,
“God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.”
All confusing and affirming.
These poems were written during the most base need survival years in
Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced.
It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
I am
Nobody’s project
To be improved upon
My race, my foot, my path,
Prize I have won.
I am
Nobody’s derelict pile
To be shuffled or prioritized differently
My talents, my options, my actions, my speed,
Receptive at a mere dial.
I am
Nobody’s unfulfilled half
To be seeking and knotting myself toward another
My food, my body, my experienced reason,
This poem makes me laugh.
I am
Nobody’s to attire
To be belled or proselytized
My dress, my dance, my voice,
I can assuredly light my own fire.
I am
Nobody’s engraved waffle iron cast
To be used with strings and expectations
My abilities, my willingness, my words,
Applause or disapproval will not finish me at the last.
2005 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian
Belinda "Billy...
You know this is my favorite!