I Am...

This "I Am" poem was an assignment in my Senior Passages class in high school:

I am a paintbrush, bringing the canvas to life.

I am a clenched fist, ready to throw a punch.

I am the color that found its way onto a black and white photograph.

I am the seed being watered by God, growing in His soil, basking in His sunlight.

I am the treasure found in a pile of junk.

I am the fire, consuming all in my path.

I am the one in the spotlight, with all eyes watching.

I am the flower, blossoming in a blizzard.

I am the voice in a silent film.

I am a silent scream.

I am the sheep in wolf's clothing.

I am the mouse that frightens the elephant.