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Writing Me… I am {Brook}

Welcome to Writing Me: Part III, a community writing project to celebrate creative inspiration collectively, and as individuals. For the next few weeks, we will be writing the I Am Poem. Be sure to link yours up! This week, we’re sharing Brook’s.

 

I am undefined.
I wonder who I am and where this wonderful life will lead me.
I hear the voices in heart guiding me on a journey of self discovery.
I see pain, joy, sadness and hope along the way.
I want to be free to create and express myself.
I am a work in progress.
I pretend to be a mother, wife, athlete and writer.
I feel inadequate of these titles; I did not earn them.
I touch souls but do they touch mine?
I worry all the time about not being good enough or if I’m worthy of the “life” I’ve been given.
I cry tears of joy and sorrow; both cleanse my soul.
I am looking for answers.
I know I may never find them.
I say “who cares” and go about my day, my life and cherish EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT.
I dream of a time when the bitterness in my heart is replaced with unrelenting joy.
I try to be the best ME I can be.
I hope to be better to grow and flourish like the trees in spring.
I am ME.

  Brook is a spunky redhead who shares her views on life, love, kids and the world via her blog Readhead Reverie. She never sugar coats it and never acts like she’s perfect, because truthfully wouldn’t that be so FREAKING BORING.

Writing Me…I Am {Jade}

Welcome to Writing Me: Part III, a community writing project to celebrate creative inspiration collectively, and as individuals. For the next few weeks, we will be writing the I Am Poem. Be sure to link yours up! This week, we’re sharing Jade’s.

I am…a long story.
I wonder how to capture awe
I hear the golden chorus of epiphanies
I see them hiding in the shades of grey.
I want everything, all at once.
I am open hope. I can’t turn away.

I pretend I am not afraid.
I feel my way blind through black, loamy jungle and itchy, scratchy twine. I think in the distance, I smell lavender, the promise where
I touch the Divine.
I worry I won’t get there.
I cry about the mistakes I don’t know I’ve made.
I am reaching. I am aware.

I understand when you turn away from me, though I may not know why.
I say, this is me. I come as you see me. I come as I am.
I dream in colors so vivid I can feel them; I believe in Truth, even when it’s not polite.
I try to speak it, to listen, so I hear it resonate, even if it dares only whisper sometimes, childlike, and in the night.
I hope to be the spyglass, the lens to bring it into sharper focus.
Hands and feet are all alight;
I am the sunflower, turning face upwards high.

Jade is a former academic who left university life to pursue a dream of writing novels and helping fight child exploitation. She lives in Thailand with her husband and dog and can be found ruminating and picture taking at Tasting Grace. 

I am… {Melissa}

Welcome to Writing Me: Part III A community writing project  intended to inspire our creativity collectively and individually.

For the next few weeks we’re going to be writing through the I am Poem. We start this week with Melissa.


I am a mom, a wife, a writer, dreamer, a believer, ME.
I wonder everyday if I’m doing this life right. I wonder what tomorrow brings and who my children will grow to be. I wonder about them and I wonder about me.
I hear the silent rhythm of a house asleep. A stolen moment all for me. I wrap it around myself and hug it tight because it won’t last. It never lasts.
I see my words. They tip tap type across the page frantically sometimes trying to escapes the confines of my mind and find a life on paper before they get lost in the crevices of the mind.
I want to give the words a life, a home. I want to send them forth into the world and watch them evolve and change. Like my children are evolving and changing around me almost by the minute.
I am a mom, a wife, a writer, dreamer, a believer, ME

I pretend to have it all together. To do it all and with out steering the ship off course. I’m good at pretend.
I feel anxious and wobbly. It’s hard to keep the boat afloat when you shove all the things you don’t wnat others to notice down below the deck.
I touch everything. All day, touch, pick, do, move.
I worry that I am not doing this life right. That I am ruining my children or missing moments. I worry about the big and unimaginable and I worry about the worry.
I cry for lost days, lost lives, lost loves.
I am a mom, a wife, a writer, dreamer, a believer, ME

I understand that I am more than these words typed on a page as first thoughts come to mind.
I say I am a writer, a dreamer, but is that all part of the pretend?
I dream that I can make those words true, that I can step up to the top deck of the ship and steer the vessel without feeling wobbly.
I try to right the path everyday, with His guidance and love
I hope I am doing this life right because
I am a mom, a wife, a writer, dreamer, a believer, ME.
I am all these things, and more.

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Melissa is mom to 3 kids (9mo-6yrs) and 1 angel. She used to dream of traveling the world, now she dreams of a clean kitchen. She writes about all the sticky bits of motherhood at Peanut Butter in my Hair, and hides from her children on Twitter (@PBinmyHair).