"i am not"

I am not a tragic ending

or a storm below the stirring Earth,

I am not your empty vessel

nor am I a glass of dirt.

I have never been full of fear

and yet somehow

I know that the end is near.

I may not be the perennial flowers

that grace the world with blue and purple

nor am I the stars which burn for what seems like eternity

and yet to those outside is only an instant.

My life may be ephemeral, unimportant,

an already lost abyss

but I see no problems with finding the soul

who survives and cries and thrives

within the flesh that is soon to be shed.