What am I?
I am a clear, soft cloud
Spirited, vivacious, dancing, twinkling,
Full of calm, watery, reflective,
Unique, of a color that does not exist, weirdly sparkling,
Ten thousand of me, and more to be created.
I am built of personalities, formed of experiences.
I am a trickle of magic, fragile yet vivid,
Flowing into your dim vision, creating from truth and pretenses:
A world of wonder, of rose and indigo and silver,
Purple and diamond and gold and ruby,
Of ethereal beauty, of enchanting mist,
Presenting you with hope, delight, humor, gaiety…
Yet, I am just as capable of creating something else,
Something dark and wicked, terrifying and crashing,
Whispering and malicious, creeping and ominous,
Touching your black secrets, bringing out a sinister being…
I cleverly dig out your dusty memories,
With it creating a heartbreak, a story out of your heaviest tomorrow,
Excruciating tragedies, woven into gray fire,
Making your eyes pour out oceans, heart slam with sorrow…
I create alluring tales,
Full of creatures, colors, weird beings, humans, and you,
Unheard and unseen and unthought of, all stirred in
A myth of laughter and tears and wonders you view…
I am wonderful, I inspire you, charm you,
Present you with wondrous thrills and gracious visions,
I am terrible, I frighten you, I hurt you, I make you
Choke with anger, melt with wretchedness, make dark decisions,
Created of nothing, yet built of your experiences and thoughts,
I have the power to let you relive a certain period of your life,
To foreshadow, to lighten, to darken, to calm, to tousle you,
To tell you legends exquisite and scandals rife.
Yet every living human being knows and feels me.
I come upon you when you are in darkness and unconsciousness.
What am I?
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Second Prize in Age 14 Poetry, The Power of the Pen Writing Contest 2017, Hamilton Public Library and The Hamilton Spectator
