Slipping

and sliding
falling and doing something ill-conceived
Not being...
true to myself.

Grinding
and gutting
myself and all that I am worth
deciding I am you but that's not true
I am me, not you, just me

I am not
the thought that wanders swiftly through the mire
I am
I am not
the quite, indistinct wibration that is a lack of hope
I am
I am not
The sad, yet scintillating song that is the end of the day.

I am hope. I am love. I am joy. I am laughter. I am all the things I am not and more.