Kim Nelson Writes

Steady.

I Am.

Experienced. Weathered. Aged.

Eroded. Refined.

Call it what you will.

I AM steady.

The rains come.

The sun beats down.

The breezes blow.

They, too, are steady.

Constant. Predictable.

Sometimes fierce.

They rush, pierce, gust.

I stand.

Proud. Confident. Capable. Strong.

I flex.

I bend.

I do not break.

I’ve grown past that frailty.

Matured.

Roots firmly planted, growing inward, upward.

Steady, I take what I need. Give back in return.

Balanced.

Solid at my core.

Steady.

I AM.