I
I
am the middle child in this dysfunctional family of vowels
third amongst a sibling brood of five
There may have been a
sixth
but I never asked
Y
I can be soft spoken
I can be hard spoken
depends on the situation
the conversation
the location
taught
there is no
I
in team
grammatically true
but no team can be complete
or successfully compete
without the complicent participation of a
committed collection of
I
but
I
kept that thought from my coach
I
can do all things through Him
who makes the
I
in me strong
mommy always told me about
the great
I
am
making Himself known to Moses on a
fiery mountaintop in the old testament
And like Isaiah
when asked who would go
I
stepped up to the plate
and volunteered my humble little
I
for whatever journey
I
was assigned and
I
thought it not robbery to
pen something
not about you
but the
I
in me
specifically
dispelling all fiction that
I
is such a bad thing
smack dab in the middle of a
dysfunctional family of vowels
I
do declare
and am quite fully aware of my
I
responsibilities
and you
must look in the mirror
to assess and reflect upon your own
I
status
taking your rightful place
in a world full of
we
and
me
for there is always a place for
I
and without
I
there could be no me
or you
or we
or this poem
that
I
penned today
consciously
and so
unselfishly
with no thought whatsoever
of
me