COMFORT IN WHAT I AM

COMFORT IN WHAT I AM

I am a mist of ravens.
A gale of pink petals.
the weight of precious metal.

I am a gallop of wind.
A heart of granite.
A dollop of passion.

I am the naked truth.
A season of change.
A flock of dahlias.

I am a camp of crows.
A clique of swans.
A gang of falcons.

I am a barren land.
A helping hand.
A crown of stars.

I am the woodwind.
I am the violin.
I am the taste of gin.

I am a song of shadow.
A chant of praise.
I am the rays.

I am me.

I am—
what I need
to be.

© Benjamin Thomas

4 thoughts on “COMFORT IN WHAT I AM

  1. Dear Benjamin Thomas,

    Hello and Happy October to you very soon!

    I concur with you about being comfortable under your own skin, as your imaginative poem has so eloquently put it.

    Thank you for your lovely poem called “COMFORT IN WHAT I AM”, with which I shall resonate as follows:


    Be brave
    Be bold
    Be beautiful
    Be you

    Yours sincerely,
    SoundEagle

    Liked by 1 person

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