Who am I?
I’ve never really known
I find myself in those moments
That bring me to my essence
Melancholy and innocence
Dark and Light
One in the north, one in the south
Through the east and through the west
On the surface it’s so hard
I myself seems very far
I find myself in those I love
All of them different, but all of them me
So who could I be?
I am not you, I am not you
Composed of such variety
Who is this, my entity
Difficult to pinpoint one source
Who is this, something more?
I am not you, I am not them
I am just me, but who?
All of it, it is me
Nov 21, 2012
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Thanks
so much for the comment! That's the point of the poem; it's impossible. But i wrote this over a year ago when i was confused and struggling with self-identity. I've definitely changed a lot since then.
Amber
Shamoneness
A good theme, and from your name, maybe you delve too deep to find that you sitting on the top of all those feelings.
This sounds like someone trying to close a suitcase before going on a journey..
Just remember this, you and the journey you are going on, needs no luggage..
You are you and a complete entity..
Yours Ian.T
Thank
you so much for the comment! I absolutely agree : )
Amber