I Am
I have disfigured moles marking my body
I’ve been accused by neighbors of being strange and naughty
I’ve flown high as a kite on pitch black nights
Meeting with others for a fire to light
I’m sometimes haggard, and not so proper
I’m not what family thinks I have to offer
I’ve self medicated with potions
And always have excuses
Of where I’ve been after a night of casting illusions
My body is unlike the statues I worship
And when my insecurity begins to surface
I go and cavort with spirits
To bury my emotions
Mixing concoctions
causing a commotion
I’ve been the one accused time and time over
I’m the snake whispering wisdom from your shoulder
I’m the one you tell tales of in October
The one who knows what will happen before it can take form in a moment
I’m everything you could want and desire
I Am the mystery you have been waiting to discover
Copyright © Sean Wolff | Year Posted 2019
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