I Am
I am curious and intuitive
I wonder how that defines me
I hear myself humming
I see my angles and my demons
I want to embrace happiness and accept defeat
I am curious and intuitive
I pretend that the little things don't matter
I feel a sense of serenity when I close my eyes. It's there that
I touch the cool calm clouds
I worry that if I fall I won't break the surface
I cry because I can
I am curious and intuitive
I understand that I think about things too much
I say forget it
I dream about the places i'll go, the people i'll meet
I try to just put it all out there
I hope one day it'll all make sense
I am curious and intuitive
For me, the most important element of my poem is the repetition of “I am curious and intuitive.” I think it speaks to the audience about who I am and how I view myself. As a “curious” person, I’m always looking for answers and for what’s “right”…and I guess that’s where the intuition steps in. I think my friends who know me pretty well would all say that I am fairly relaxed on the outside. So when I say “I pretend that the little things don’t matter” that’s how my friends see me, but inside I’m very sensitive and vulnerable. But I guess everyone is, right?
If I were to give up this characteristic I think I would loose one of the only things that I know how to emotionally define myself with. Sure, I can say I’m an athlete, sister, friend, artist, but that’s just surface stuff. For example, my passion for art comes from my curiosity for humanity and nature. I would be loosing a lot of “me” if I lost my curiosity and my intuition.
