I Am

She was asked once by a stranger just who she was, and was taken aback by the rudeness of this person. She smiled at him as she let him pass by and thought upon the question he posed. Late that night, as the sun had set, leaving the hues of a golden pink glow, she got out her tablet and pencil and began to write:

Who Am I?
I am the beginning of another life, the start of a new generation
I am the daughter of my parents, the sister to my siblings
The chosen
Of my grandmothers tribe.
I have bright blue eyes
My hair is light brown
I am half breed but
The blood of my elders flows
Through me
I am a student to the Great Spirit, learning daily
As I walk the path, He has given me
I am a soul with no beginning as I have always been
I am a mind with no end as it always will be
I am a teacher a preacher a saint and a sinner
A warrior the peacemaker
I am all things to each that encounter me
I am a part Mother Earth
As I shall return to her waiting arms
I am a part of the rain, as my tears fall
I am feelings emotions held together by string
I am the prayers that are raised the sounds of laughter
As the children play
I dwell within the dreams you conjure
Walking upon the mists of the night
I am the Dawning of tomorrow
I am the fading moonlight

She put down her pencil, picked up her paper and walked to the old wooden porch. She sat on the top step and as the moon shone down upon her, she smiled. She knew who she was, maybe just maybe others will know her too…