I am- by Deede
Location
97071
United States
45° 7' 51.1932" N, 122° 50' 5.6184" W
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And you ask me: "Who I am?"...
...But I ask me the same question every day...
...No answer yet!
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror.
They tell me it's me.
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror,
and all I know is I exist.
Who am I?
Who are you? Who are we?
I see my reflection on the mirror,
yet I have never seen me.
I am a writer,
because the words on my mind are spilling into these pieces of paper.
But, I am more than that... I am a voice
because you hear me speak as you read my letters.
Sometimes I am anger,
Sometimes I am peace.
Sometimes I am courageous or coward
depends on how and what you read.
I can be a captain
telling you: "All aboard!"
I can be an old lady
telling you: "Darling, do you want more?"
All I know is that... I am.
I am a human, a voice, a part.
I am a piece of that novel
you call life.
I can be a simple whisper, a breeze in one of your pages
or the whole book.
I can also be non-existent,
or I can be the one to finish the story for you.
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror.
Let's look... What I see?
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror,
and all I know is I exist.
I am... I was... I will...
I always wonder if this one I see is the real me.
So delicate, yet so powerful with so much to be,
Full of desires and stories to share and to read.
And yet... I have never seen me to really know who I am.
I am what others tell me they see,
I can be someone who writes the story with them
or someone who reads.
I can be anybody or not one at all
I am that character in your story you yet not describe.
I am that voice in your head
you don't recognize.
I am a whisper, I am silence,
I am a loud noise.
It all depends on what you want to hear
or you want to ignore.
I am me...
yet I don't know... who I am?
I am a simple, a complex, a neutral
character in your life.
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror.
I see the "me" about whom you write in the story of your life
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror,
wishing I could know who I am in the story I write.
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror.
I have never seen me, neither my eyes just merely a reflection of mine.
1...,2...,3... I look at the mirror,
and I realize is both a curse and a blessing...to not know who am I.
This poem is about:
Me
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