Poetry

You Are

You Are
breathing,
something we often take for granted
exhaling what you don’t need
which is useful to something else
exchanging sustenance for sustenance
a polite and mutual transaction

You Are
skin,
layers of a story years in the making
bumps and scrapes and bruises
and scars
no longer able to be seen,
sometimes still able to be felt,
sometimes still too fresh to ignore
and sometimes painful in a way that makes breathing hard
but
you are
breathing,
something we often take for granted

You Are
color,
a multitude of hues
various shades of reds and blues
that run through your veins
making the insides of you
look like a moving picture,
fueled by the intake of other colors,
that get their own fuel
by that exhalation of what you didn’t need
and then,
they get broken down,
to supply
to restore
to build into that story of yours
layer by layer
that has been years in the making
and it’s all because
you are
breathing,
something we often take for granted.

You Are
bone,
a collection that formed a beautiful masterpiece,
some parts of which are stronger than concrete,
which should make breaking one nearly impossible,
but somehow
it happens anyway
and the worst part
about a broken bone is
not knowing
how much time it will take to heal
and wondering
what that time could have been spent on
but that wondering can lead to time spent on
realizing that you’re not the author
of that story of yours
years in the making
fueled by those colors
created by that polite and mutual transaction
that started when
you began
breathing,
something we often take for granted.

You are
breathing,
You are
skin,
You are
color,
You are
bone,
You are
sound,
beauty,
strength,
and love

You are
You are
You are,

So be.