Who Am I?

Never so tired was I as the time I slept in the eye
of a hurricane – the storm that was my life

I wandered in the dark awhile until it dawned on me
to turn on a light and write something

“Ah – pen the gems of wisdom and might” she murmured in my ear

To question who was I but just a humble servant
with pencil to journal somewhere after midnight

Questioning – Who Am I??

With tears cried and dried for some perceived plight
When truth be told tis a beautiful life I live

Graced with abundance and an open mind
All I am required to do is write

but…. WHO am I?

Continually “Why? Why?”

Always the questions in the middle of the night where the answers seem so close
but not quite within reach and certainly out of sight

The Dark One sits high on her mound of junk and laughs at me as I write
flicking stones and flopping back - prone upon her pile

She watches me – I observe her neanderthal essence  as she
pries open my heart and pokes around awhile

Sniffing, tasting, approving, denying the jumbled emotions
that lie around waiting to be recognized

While I walk around in the fog of existence
believing with great persistence that the answers will come

Why? Who am I?

I lay down my pencil and turn out the light
I’ve had enough for one night

 

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