I AM
I am still
Frozen in this moment.
Caught in between two worlds,
That often tend to collide.
I am humble.
For high pride is so few,
When a giant hand awaits
Your face the instant you turn.
I am existing.
Like all others
Who battle for that piece
Of something that lies just out of reach.
I am still.
Waiting for that hand.
So that I may grasp
That inch of pride
That gives my existence motive.
To be alive.

To feel alive.
Natalie Adkins (c) March 1999
Poetry By Moi
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