I am a friend, I care too deeply
and that isn’t the crime
the world likes us to believe it is.
I love fully and invest in my pack,
a pack full of lovers like me.

I am a worker, not a worker bee.
Not mindless, but devoted to
the job I do and the people I do it for.
I live a fast-paced, hectic life,
which is worth it – for them.

I am a student, but soon I will teach,
I shove past obstacles and panic over tests
so that one day I can be the one assigning them.
The routine, the structure, reassures me
and those assignments begin to give me purpose.

I am a volunteer, our work is never done.
Always one more thing, a load of laundry,
a trap to set, a dog to walk, an injury to tend to,
sadness is replaced by joy, only when our
animals heal and find the love they deserve.

I am depressed, usually for no reason
I battle with my own mind, it plays tricks, it lies.
I try to remember that no one hurt me,
I breathe through the episode,                      
desperate to think about living again.

I am a human, inconceivable,
I can’t be described in just a poem.
But my spirit can speak through one.
My perspective and my intuition can be shared
and my soul can shine through, the words capturing me.