'I Am' - a poem by Mickel
Mickel, a patient at Boston Health Care for the Homeless Program, kindly allowed us to share this poem he wrote. We are so grateful.
I am sometimes upfront
I am sometimes off-centered
I am sometimes concealed by myself
I am sometimes not even friggin’ there
I am strong as oak and weak as an acorn
I am a child, love me
I am a boy, take my hand
I am a soldier, so please understand
I am peaceful and proud, humble yet arrogant
I am calm, yet violent
I am quiet, yet thunderous
So if we should meet for a moment on my life’s journey,
smile at me, talk to me, or simply be still
And know that I am.