I am...

Who am I you ask?

I am the man you see before you.

The boy reconstructed through years of trials and tribulations.

The physical defined by the metaphysical.

I am the wind that pushes me so gently from sadness.

I am the grass that comforts my fall from publicity.

I am the tree that’s peak shows me the secrets of distant ideals.

I am the rock that remains strong no matter how hard the hammer beats it.

I am the books that line the walls of a broken library.

I am the holster that carries your chambered rage so delicately.

I am the divine mediocrity that engrosses the uniqueness of human nature.

I am the vast expanse between equality and profit.

I am the shoes that protect me from the waste of the lonely hearted.

I am the shirt that covers the most judged aspect of existence.

I am the pantaloons the hold back the savage instruments of puberty.

I am the hat that encompasses the most misused weapon in the world.

I am the automobile that paves over history.

I am the crane that hoists us from the barren plane we design.

I am the glass that protects us from the intolerable reality.

I am the smog that holds our world by the throat.

I am the answer to the unasked and the question to the unanswered.

I am the pastor living behind a bank.

I am the politician that sleeps in a black briefcase.

I am the man who knows everything about nothing that matters.

I am the rings upon your finger.

I am the diamonds in your ear.

I am the priceless.

I am the man who stands in front of you and yet is not seen.

I am the cereal in my brother’s superhero bowl.

I am the rum in my mother’s drink.

I am the nicotine in my father’s cigarettes.

I am the plaster that holds together the fortress of my family.

I am the bruised.

I am the beaten.

I am the forgotten.

I am the unstoppable.