I Am Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

I am the song from a crippled bird
a cup of water from a dry well;
life is filled with mystery
how it all works no one can tell.

I am the flower,
where none should ever grow
through the cracks no one sees;
how that happens no one knows.

I am the pen, whose words knit together
can repair and heal a soul;
I spark the mind and light the fires
that will mend and fill the holes.

I am the hope, that beckons from
each portal, each inviting doorway;
for your heart to enter a larger world
I am the light to show the way.