All about me!: A poem 

If you cross my path, be slow to do it 

I can be humour and rage as befits 

I cushion my head on a torpedo at sea 

My heart is a cave until open sesame 

at the touch of the ones that are truly meant for me 

I am a cat that never misses a pulsebeat 

a flower that never withers in the heat 

I can steamroll a sleeve with a tank of ice 

I have a monopoly on chance like a dice 

I am patient with injustice; is that a vice? 

Sympathy is not my wildcard; I forgive only some 

The car that comes at me gets the bump 

I am not an accidental tourist in toil’s desert 

I can carve an oasis after eating thorns as dessert 

Resoluteness is my brawn, but I have the grace of a fawn 

I may dispossess love, but I own its hope 

Faith is miraculous, even if misfortune I must cope 

There is the work of destiny in all that I perceive 

And I see it also in all that I receive 

Such honesty in acceptance I diurnally relive