I am (?)
Or, I try.
Who am I, really?
I ponder.
Amidst this gloomy reality that beats me down to my core
I ask God to give me an answer.
I shout, I bleed, I laugh, I rejoice.
In this loud silence of sunset and turmoil
I try to breathe
lest I go insane of living underwater.
Somewhere behind my years, I turned to my serenity
but that’s not me.
Sometimes I dread to feel what I once did
but that’s not me, still.
Who am I when the curtains close
the lights go dark
and eyes turn away?
Am I my memories
or am I an idea
long ago created, and never again shall be remembered.
In my eternal voice though
she appears.
Her turquoise eyes staring at me
my soul’s reflection shouting from within then as strong as ever.
‘It is you. As you’ve always been. And as you always shall. Thus, who are you?’
‘I am me’ I shout.
And allow God to whisper my life unto me.
