What am I?
I am brave and strong,
and yet I am afraid. Weak.
I can move mountains,
but more often than not I like to make them.
When people see me, they smile,
but they also shudder and cower away.
I am warm, comforting, and fulfilling,
but at the same time I am hard, harsh,
I can leave people hollow and cold upon the ground.
Many stroke my soft outline with fondness
and cut their fingers upon my jagged edges.
I am a thought,
I am an idea,
I am a word,
I am an object,
I am a feeling.
I am a show,
a piece of this puzzle we call life,
and yet a puzzle in my own.
I am the thing everyone knows of,
yet not everyone has known.
I am the ugliness behind broken dreams,
and the beauty that lights our world,
that makes it move,
whether those movements be good
I am a revolutionizer,
a mover and changer of people.
I am simple, and complicated;
joyful, and sad;
harsh, and sweet.
I am all these things
and many, many more.
I am everything.
I am love.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Kaylee Kean.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?