I Am

I am the wingless moth; writhing helplessly towards that dim porch light… I am the thunderstorm, so close you can taste the moisture; only to pass the parched land without a single raindrop… I am the infant rabbit being tormented by the cat as the children scream in terror. I am underestimated, discounted, and thought of as inept at every turn... I am an afterthought if even a thought at all… I am that realization that hits you years later... I am...