Song of Myself

by Kristy Pribulick

I celebrate myself.
I celebrate love.
Love is a tornado. I stand fast.
God is there by myself,
in and out of every day.
He loves me more than words
can say. I watch as life goes by
and I stand on the side, only stepping in
when love calls for me. I mostly spend
my days finding out more about myself.

As I sit in the stuffy classroom,
I think of everyday stress, wishing
I could go back in time to when I was just
a sprout.
Then, there I had no worries of how I should be.
When I was sewn, I was given the right amount of sunshine,
the right amount of water,
and most definitely, care.
Now, I am a young tree, learning to survive
on my own, learning to take in the elements.
I shall not die.