beejai

I am.

I am the mud on your shoes. You picked me up in your journey through life and now I am messing up your pretty little world with every step you take.

I am the cockroach underfoot. Even as you attempt to crush me you realize I have birthed thousands more just like me... just out of sight and out of reach.

I am the dandelion marring your perfect, manicured view. Your attempts to kill me are just the breath of wind that will spread my ideas and raise up another generation just like me.

I am that annoying tune in your head. I will not go away. You cannot focus, you cannot think until you hear me out.

I am your leprosy. Although I might dull your pain, I also destroy your flesh. And now, people will fear you. People will keep you at a distance because of me.

I am your wall. Though it seems I take your freedom, I also keep you safe.

I am your tower. You may see me as confining, but through me you have a greater perspective.

I am your breath. Though to others I may stink, for you I am necessary for survival.

I am truth. I cannot be denied, but I can set you free.

I am.