{"id":46287,"date":"2019-06-22T09:30:03","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T13:30:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=46287"},"modified":"2019-06-22T09:30:03","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T13:30:03","slug":"i-am-am-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/i-am-am-i\/","title":{"rendered":"I Am, Am I?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am here.<\/p>\n<p>Raging waters, roaring rapids, currents flood me, but I am solid and do not move.<\/p>\n<p>Am I the strongest, the most resilient? I&#8217;d hate to think so.<\/p>\n<p>Trees tower overhead, leaves fall in circles around me, I am at but a speck in the grand scheme of it all.<\/p>\n<p>Am I important, important in the slightest bit? I&#8217;d hate to think so.<\/p>\n<p>The sun cascades through the clouds, stinging my skin in a nostalgic kind of way, but I am unphased.<\/p>\n<p>Am I fearful of the repercussions of my actions? I&#8217;d hate to think so.<\/p>\n<p>With each breath, I think about where to go next, where to venture, I am fleeting, just like time.<\/p>\n<p>Am I letting life pass me by without stopping and appreciating it? I&#8217;d hate to think so.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now, I am gone.<\/p>\n<p>Flowers and I dance the synchronized dance of decay. I am returning to earth.<\/p>\n<p>Am I the soil squished between your toes? I like to think so.<\/p>\n<p>Every Sunday the swarm of mourning families flood in. I am left alone.<\/p>\n<p>Am I alone because my children are out in the world living beautiful lives? I like to think so.<\/p>\n<p>The stone identifying me is cleaned regularly, so as not to cover me up. I am still being taken care of.<\/p>\n<p>Am I still important in some peoples eyes? I like to think so.<\/p>\n<p>Time passes by and the visits stop altogether. I am forgotten.<\/p>\n<p>Am I still on their minds? I like to hope so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am here. Raging waters, roaring rapids, currents flood me, but I am solid and do not move. Am I the strongest, the most resilient? I&#8217;d hate to think so. Trees tower overhead, leaves fall in circles around me, I am at but a speck&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1204,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46287","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46287","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1204"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46287"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46287\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":46559,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46287\/revisions\/46559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}