Who are you?
without your story
if you stop telling it?
Who are you?
without your glory
if you stop swelling it?
If you find a void 
when you look for you,
a lack of borders 
that would make "you" true, 
it's because you 
go on and on; 
you are life's singer 
and song. 
You are the dreamer
and the dream. 
You are right 
and you are wrong. 

Remember! 
Remember who you are! 
You are the wild wind twisting through the pines
You! are the opening door
You are the fractal design of your veins and vines
You are what you came here for. 
You're limitless; you chose to sunder, 
so that you could love
in the way that you do. 
Your eyes are open 
in a wonder 
that is entirely yours 
both for
and from 
you. 

-Eryn Joy Murphy

Who Are You?

Fighting costs everything 
Fighting costs everything
We're fighting our own wellspring 
Lay down your guns and sing 
Someday we all will die
Someday we all will die 
I don't wanna see us die
Lay down your guns and cry  
There's power with, not just above 
There's power with, not just above
Mockingjay and mourning dove
Lay down your guns and love 
I'm scared you won't listen to me 
I'm scared you won't listen to me 
My best is a drop in the sea 
You are the sea; come sing with me 

Mockingjay and Mourning Dove

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

The Journey by Mary Oliver

I wrote this story for the Girls Rising fundraiser slam at the Mercury. It would deliver better in video. If you have a proper video camera and want to help me record this, message me at erynjoymurphy@gmail.com or facebook.com/wordjoy. 

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