Too Much

I am too much-

too loud, too soft, too wild, too still.

A storm that rages, a whisper lost,

a fire untamed, a frostbitten chill.

I fill the space, yet disappear,

a presence vast, yet insincere.

I laugh too hard, or not at all,

stand too tall, then shrink too small.

I give too much, then pull away,

speak in waves, then have nothing to say.

I reach, I grasp, I beg to be-

but where's the space that fits me?

Am I drowning in my own embrace,

or fading without a single trace?

Too bright, too dim, too sharp, too weak-

too much to love, too lost to seek.

Where is the line, where do I stand?

A ghost, a flood, a grain of sand?

I stretch, I fold, I break, I bend,

but never whole- not in the end.