I am the last leaf,
Clinging to the end of the thin branch,
The last scrap of green in a cold dying world.
I am the daisy petal,
The last of two clinging to the sunny center,
Wishing beyond all wishes to be
"He loves me"
"He loves me not."
I am the oyster, weeping
Aching, overcome by the pain deep within
Knowing that if I simply wait...
...simply hold on...
A pearl of beauty will be evident.
I am the winding arms and connected lips,
Clinging to those of a lover from whom I shall soon be separated.
Never wanting to be free,
Never wanting to be alone again.
I am the stone, rough and jagged
Tossed about in the foam of the sea.
Drowning, overwhelmed in salt and surf...
...but soon, I shall be smooth.
I am waiting.
I am whispers.
I am love.
I am strength.
And I will cling to what I am