I'm. . . . . .
I am the consistently burning flame of the candle
I am the calmness and tranquility of the sea
I am the power of Dusk and Dawn
I am the beauty in the feathers of a fawn.
I am not the farewell I bid to thee.
I am not the Angel in yesterday's reverie
I am not the cold and sour laugh you heard
I am not the dullness in a discouraging word
I am what you often hide from yourself
I am the road which leads you to your goal
I am the will which makes you stable
I am the strength both abled and disabled
There is more to me than what the eyes can see
There is less in me than what can be
You don't know me well; but still you do
Because I'm the power residing in you.
I'm your conscience.