I Am... (a prose poem)

I am an enigma. A vault of secrets. Pandora's box.
I am unique. Inside of me a cavern is crowded with whispered messages and warnings not to tell.
I am filled with fear and sadness and anger, but at the bottom, crouched down by my heart's wall, I have hope.
My head is a tumultuous sea. Thoughts rage around. Crash over each other. Break apart and reform. Wash upon reality and pull grains of it back, in to be tumbled around.
But always inside of me there is music. A haunting melody. A joyous melody. A loud song. A Scottish air. A bass line. A drumbeat. An orchestral climax. A gospel voice. It echos around...