What am I holding on to?
A piece of youth, a treasure of the past or just my humanity.
Humanity? I'm a peacock, what does humanity mean to me, I wonder.
Is it dancing to the sound of raindrops or is it soaring through the sky when things get tough.
Scattered thoughts surround me but I know for certain, I'm holding onto a piece of me. I am my own good luck, worries, love, growth, integrity and honor.
I am you.