I am…

I am fierce loyalty forged in first impressions.

I am the thunderstruck moment of love at first sight.

I am atheism cloaked in Christian values.

I am age-mellowed, masking an internal seething rage.

I am a soundtrack playing softly in the background, yearning to be heard.

I am the song that takes you back to another time.

I am insomnia, a racing mind and a phantom itch.

I am a dandelion, scattered into the wind with a wish.

I am the last stubborn leaf found clinging to a tree in mid-winter.

I am arms-length, a line of demarcation, and a boundary.

I am the impulsive attempt to reach out to a friend you lost touch with; the realization that sometimes you truly can pick up right where you left off.

I am the nervous giggle that bubbles up out of you at an inappropriate moment.

I am the scent of violet, rendering an inability to know other smells.

I am that first, glorious full breath of an asthmatic after the attack passes.

I am the sandy footprint that marks the spot between where you have been and where you will go.

I am the finger-tracing of handwriting on a cherished old letter from someone long ago passed.

I am the fancy tin box in your closet, holding your mementos; a  keeper of secrets, doling out the bittersweet touches to your past one by one.

I am that well-worn bookmark that has kept your place for the past 20 years, imprinted with words like memories.

I am your 7th grade English teacher, unable to simply overlook your bad grammar and poor spelling!

I am the rainbow seen on the horizon through a spotted windshield.

I am gravity, pulling you down in an attempt to keep you from floating too far.

I am a neglected child of a broken home, finding her way through marriage and parenthood armed only with the knowledge of what NOT to do.

This post is in response to San Diego Momma’s PrompTuesday #140, “Where I Am.”  Give it a shot, it’s incredibly enlightening to reflect upon yourself and where you’re at as a person.   Leave a comment here, on her site, or both.