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I Am
I am Kristin.
Like the rivers, I am flowing, rushing, moving.
But like the stones, I am steady, solid, bruised- but not broken.
I am the color of life, green and new and always pushing through.
When my name is sung, it sounds like the soft patter of rain on your window.
And like fire, I am passionate, burning with a rage unseen to most.
I believe in hope, in the stars- they're always there.
I touch the sky, like a feather blowing in the wind.
I am alone, being swallowed by the world, no mother to be my life preserver.
I want peace, acceptance. I want to forgive.
I am Kristin,
Daughter of an alcoholic.
Call me sober,
And watch me live.
Like the rivers, I am flowing, rushing, moving.
But like the stones, I am steady, solid, bruised- but not broken.
I am the color of life, green and new and always pushing through.
When my name is sung, it sounds like the soft patter of rain on your window.
And like fire, I am passionate, burning with a rage unseen to most.
I believe in hope, in the stars- they're always there.
I touch the sky, like a feather blowing in the wind.
I am alone, being swallowed by the world, no mother to be my life preserver.
I want peace, acceptance. I want to forgive.
I am Kristin,
Daughter of an alcoholic.
Call me sober,
And watch me live.
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