I Am

I am the bird
Who loves to fly above the city after the sun has warmed it.
I am the damp gray fog
Who in constantly circling San Francisco.
I am the bright yellow sun
Who tries to warm this cold, foggy city.
I am a girl

Who is fifteen years young.
I am your old ripped up blue jeans
That you still love to wear.
I am the teddy bear on your bed
Just waiting to give you a hug when you’re sad.
I am a silver unbreakable spring
No matter how many times you push me down, I’ll bounce back up.
I am the flaw in your picture

But this flaw is so great, you can’t erase it.
I am the blossoming optimist
Who tries to see the glass half full.
I am the song that you have stuck in your head
That as much as you try, you can’t get it out.
I am the person who loves to stare into space
Thinking about what could have happened.