Chris Clingman

(01/28/1993 / Out of God hands)

Elemental me


my body is like the water
flowing on through life
both can be rippled
but both will always return to normal

my spirit is like the wind
it blows past those who hate me
you can not damage the wind
and you certainly can not damage my spirit

my heart is like a fire
burning in my chest
my heart burns with love
it will burn forever because I have family

my strength is like the earth
keeping me solid and strong
the earth holds up all the people
and I hold up those I care for

the elements make up this man
each a certain part of him
they help him survive life
and they make an elemental me

Submitted: Monday, May 11, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 16, 2010

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