SELF-PORTRAIT I am the sweater you pull up around your shoulders. I am the sand beneath your feet and I am a child's fist. I am the soft mossy green of summer and the smoothness of a water-worn rock. I am the zipper that never stays up. I am the wrong way to fold a map. I am the static cling in your hair and the feather in your hat. I am every subject of every book. I am the last bead on your necklace and I am what is inside the middle of a zero. I am the wink a man gives his wife. I am an overcast sky. I am a canvas.
Reason for writing:
This is basically a profile of myself. It may sound obscure, but you
should really try this technique: start at the top of a piece of paper
and write the words "I am..." Now, just write down everything that comes to
mind, whether it is abstract or concrete. The end result is a list of things
that you may have not realized about yourself. It is a learning experience
Thank you! Love, Cindy Ann
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