I wrote this in creative writing today, and read it to the class. Scary for me.
I am flexible, a weeping willow swaying in the breeze, sweeping dust off the ground
I am a child, unsure of who or what I am. I play pretend, I try to grow up. I chase that spider across the room, watch it crawl against the "swoosh!" of the air duct.
I am the music, heart beat thumping out the rhythm in my mind.
I am a doctor, grasping for a remedy, a cure. Anything to make my life a bit more bearable. I try to throw pain out the window, let my thoughts take control, steering this ship away from rocky shores.
I am a patient, letting the time tick by, avoiding the unblinking stare as the clock keeps counting. I've been here for hours, just trying to stay awake for this next appointment, one of dozens.
I am a shadow, keeping watch. I don't know what's coming, besides the light that will soon drown me out.
I am a walker, sturdy under my keeper's feet. I know I need to be strong or she will undoubtedly fall.