I Am

I am
I am the blue blood, thumping threw you.
I’m molded to the hands that shape me.
I let go of the horror screams of my nightmares.
I want to be the wolf stalking the rabbit.
I remember the first dance & picture.
I’ve forgotten my 15 years.
I’m the horse-powered machine, gunning you down.
I’m the flute, until the solo comes along.
I feel like hell, when I’m burning inside-out.
Spirit is my element.
I coward at the thought of never having you again.
Look into my eyes and see the thoughts to my open book.
I am me, you know my name,
Not my story.