I AM

by Joan Wiley


I AM

I am Dust.

Wedged into rivlets of life’s river rush,

Weighted by silence of bigger dreams.

I am Unseen.

Drowned beneath frivolous layers

Reflecting brilliant favor with the sun.

I am Bound.

Sealed within stone truths told by

A heart with veins full of silver linings.

I am Rich.

Shimmering on the palm of benevolence,

Treasure known under the eye of wisdom.

I am Gold.

Joan Wiley

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