I am one. Complicated, but not sophisticated, practical, yet full of imagination. Set me loose upon a box of legos, watch me soar. I am one. Sensitive, to a fault, and loving it, knowing my fellow man deeply. Share with me your heart, I implore, I promise to handle with care. I am one. Insecure, but convinced of one thing, One which makes my future sure. Despite the worries of this life, A promise anchors me to truth. I am one. Fragile, pitiful, resilient, full of potential, prone to mistake and bouts with greatness My grave will sing of joy, yes, as my eyes now shine in life. For I am one, poor, insignificant creature, battling demons in a war already won, lifting my blade in the blood red sunset of a deed already done. Yes I am one, I am one, born of dust to which I must return, born of water in which I drown, and of the fire in which I burn. I am one. One whom love has claimed, And then renamed, whom the Potter molds, and then reflames. A blood red coat to seal my white, the cup of grace to calm my night. Captivated, surely I, I am one.