I am free.
I run through pastures,
kissing the breeze.
I am intuitive.
I smile at responsiblilty and turmoil,
knowing that it will soon be tolerable.
I am reasonable.
I pray to Santa instead of Jesus
because Jesus doesn't pass out Tonka trucks.
I am fearless.
I tumble off my trampoline after a flip, breaking my leg
but then I climb back on and attempt it again.
I am hopeful.
I still wish that Grammy will come home for Christmas
even though I went to her funeral last month.
I am forgiving.
I'll accept Johnny's fake apology for tearing off Barbie's head
and share my Animal Crackers with him.
I am loving.
I allow strangers to hug me and call me "Honey",
I know they mean well by it.
I am young.
I can be anyone. I can strive or I cannot.
I can do anything.