Who Am I! A Poem
Introduction
I am the pulse, the rhythm of a grace,
A map of starlight etched upon a face.
A thinking mind, a spirit born to fly,
The silent witness to a shifting sky.
In every laugh and every tear I find
The complex architecture of the mind.
I ask the wind: Who am I?
Through seasons harsh and summers of the soul,
I brave the frost to keep my spirit whole.
A vessel forged in passion, bright and bold,
Yet fragile when the winter nights take hold.
I am the strength that towers towards the sun,
And every battle that I’ve lost and won.
I ask the stars: Who am I?
I learn by fire, I rise from ash anew,
With every wound a deeper truth in view.
I mourn the child, the quiet days of yore,
Before the world came knocking at my door.
As time’s relentless river rushes on,
I find the person I have been is gone.
I ask the void: Who am I?
When sorrow’s shadow drapes across my chest,
I lean on kin to find a moment's rest.
In lonely deserts, vast and sand-swept wide,
I find the self I used to seek outside.
For in the silence of that barren land,
I finally learnt to take my own soul’s hand.
Now I know... Who am I.
I am the wellspring, vibrant, deep, and true,
A bridge for those who seek to wander through.
No longer small, no longer lost to fear,
I am the teacher, resolute and clear.
The road is long, the lesson soars on high:
I am the seeker, and I am the sky.

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