What I Am

What I am
March 19, 2015

I am not the mouth that speaks
I am not the ears that hear
I am not the eyes that sees
I am not the nose that smells
I am not the hands that feels
I am not the arms that holds you
I am not the legs that run
Yet
I am the heart
Which bares the love you crave
I am the courage
That shows up on dreary days
I am the hand that embraces oh so dear
I am the soul that washes away the doubt and fear
I am the ear that listens when you need
I am the vision on top of the mountain to help you breathe
I am the arms of comfort when you're torn
I am the fire in your heart to keep you warm
I am your all
And some things in between
I am the daydream after the nightmare when you scream
I am everything you ever wanted
And more
This is your conscience
You have the key
Just open the door.

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker