I was the person
Who always had a shoulder to cry a river of tears uponI was the person
Who people came to for answersI was the person
Who seemed like an open book
Not to have any thoughts aboutI was the person
Who would give and give
Until I had nothing leftBut that is not what's important
Because...I was not the person
Who could cry on your shoulderI was not the person
Who you'd turn to
To ask the right questionsI was not the person
Who had enough chapters in my book
For you to have thoughts aboutAnd I was not the person
Who you'd give your heart to
After I'd poured mine out
To you
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...