What I Want...

I don't want to be a static tree that stands uprooted from its trunk while the leaves wither and fall.

I don't want to be the candle that lights the way but later melt into obscurity.

I want to be the crest of a wave... rolling and crashing against the shore, withstanding the storm and rain.

I want to be the sun, invincible yet illuminating, radiant yet menacing.

But most of all, I want to be me.

Appreciated not for what I can offer but for who I am.

--naz, July 2004