All That I Am

All that I am, all that I can be Is because you came into me I felt a sensation, a shiver, and a chill I lost control, I lost my will. So many words rushing through my mind It was like I was out in space, and out of this time. The words flowed like a brook into the river Gathering everything in its path to a final destination Giving me peace, giving me gratification. Words, so many words with different meanings Different stories, all waiting to be heard in their Own time and place, and each one with a different face. Love, hath, joy, sadness, peace, and sorrow -and none wanting to wait for tomorrow. I am but a vessel for all of them- for that is “all that I am” I am but their instrument, their pen, to use me as they see fit Like a “show and tell” in a classroom. All that I am – all that I can be, is an instrument To write poetry.