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Who am I?
- Dec 20, 2025
- 1 min read
Who am I?
I'm a mirror: I reflect your face back at you.
I'm a radio: Tuned to your favorite station.
I'm an open book: I'll tell you anything you want to know.
But I won't really let you in. I won't be free.
Who am I?
I'd write it out, but there's socks in my brain.
I'd tell you, but there's rocks in my mouth.
I'd show you, but I don't know how…
I’m in a prison of my own flesh, with bars of man made rules.
Who am I?
I'm creative, but at the mercy of my own disorganization.
I'm passionate, but lack the keys to my own motivation.
I'm joyful, but live life in a minor key.
The dichotomy of my own mind leaves me silent, unsure.
Who am I?!
Somewhere along the way I was lost.
I was not what people thought I should be.
I was a mother, and not me…
I was not enough, I was too much, time had no place left for me. I was lost to sea.
Who am I? If I can let go - who am I?
I am an artist: I sing in colors and paint in words.
I am a song in minor key: I love melancholy, Shakespearean dramas, and sound of waves tucking in the shore at night.
I am a mythical creature: untethered to time, dancing in the rain, playing with light.
I am free of worldly care, full of love, fueled by the desire to create.
Who am I?
I am me.
Actively hiding, wanting to be found: me.
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