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    Song of Myself
    By Micah Gritz

    I am a feather; light and airy
    A weightless feather drifting through the cooling wind as a
    Dark storm approaches
    The storm’s circular drops fall on to the smaller feathers that make me up
    The drops are large; so large that they strike me and drag me down to
    The abyss

    I am a plankton; a creature of the sea
    The dark ocean surrounds me
    Not in a comfortable way; in a way that crushes me like iron squeezing coal
    But I am coal
    I may be a black element of darkness
    But I am a fundamental building block of life
    Every single living thing depends on me
    And so this pressure crushes me; but I am strong

    I am compressed into a diamond
    Crystal clear and reflective; I am a diamond in the rough
    I emerge from this darkness and before I know it
    I am out

    I am out, and I am hot
    I make up the innards of a volcano; it depends on me
    But I cause harm
    I am a killer of happiness
    I am a negative thought drifting through someone’s mind
    Destroyer of faith
    I cannot be like this anymore
    What do I do?
    I escape

    I am a particle; a red blood cell pumping through someone’s veins
    I am like a messenger for a body; important for keeping it alive
    Yet this body is not alive; a body with no soul
    How could something so amazing be in this position?
    So I expand

    I am a balloon; a young child grasps me
    I am high in the sky; nothing could be more perfect
    I am being grasped by a future worker; a future leader
    I am curious, yet intelligent
    I am perfect
    I am perfect except for the fact that I have fears
    I think
    What happens if I pop?
    Sometimes I need to learn to face my fears
    To be fierce

    I am a lion; strong, powerful
    King of the juggle
    My bright orange main surrounds my head like a crown
    I am a lion, for I am a Leo
    I look upon my territory; it is large
    What do I think to myself?

    I am strong
    I can face my fears
    I am artistic
    I am intelligent
    I am creative
    My brain will keep churning; pumping out ideas
    And this churning will never stop