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I AM by Jamie Burgess

This poem was birthed one evening as I was preparing dinner for my family…

It had been a pretty chaotic day and I was feeling frazzled. I had just lit a candle, hoping to wind down a bit, and was watching the sunset through my kitchen window. I slowed down my breathing and focused on gratitude, replaying the day, pulling up all the beautiful moments. 

After a few minutes of doing that, I was struck with the inspiration for this poem. I stepped away from the stove for 60 seconds to grab a pen and write while I cooked. This poem was the result of that session. I added the last four lines later that night, as my kids were sleeping and the moon was at her peak, lighting up the sky with her beauty. 
"The Guardinans" by Flora Aube


I AM
by Jamie Burgess

I am a smile from a kind stranger
at the end of the day.
I am the contagiousness of laughing children,
a reminder to live while still alive.
I am warm sunlight
washing over the darkness.
I am the heart
softening.
I am breath.
I am flame.
I am silence.
I am the fullness of the moon
on a black night.
I am
rising.
"Wave of Bliss" by Flora Aube


Jamie Burgess is a wild, creative, adventurous heart. She is a mama, writer, doula, tree hugger, star gazer, devourer of books, adorer of music, and photographer-in-the-making.  Her heart’s desire is to encourage and inspire others with her art and life. She is committed to living with courage, daily, and following her heart, always. You can connect with her on both Facebook here and Instagram here. 






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  1. AnonymousMarch 27, 2015 at 6:15 PM

    Beautiful, Jamie, just as you are. Love you. Li Bl <3

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