I am writing a poem, but it is more about what I know has changed about me (for example I can write really deep poems:) and just in general how IB has changed me, a little too poetic probably....)
Who was I before you
Who am I now after you
Does it matter that I was a tortured and lonely soul
Or can it be that after your presence, my place in this world seems to be gifted
So many opportunities have knocked on the door
Not one seemingly wasted
I was hallow, emptiness in my world
Suddenly with all of your surprises, excitement overflows
There is no moment in vain
All of my happiness lies in the service of others
Creativity breeds, actions prevail
Throughout life I searched for one thing and it seems to finally appear
A new being
Who was I before
I was a soul
Now, with anticipation riveting through my bones
I am and I B the new form of benediction


