Who am I?

THE ESSENTIAL

Here I stand alone in my days of Youth, And tell myself a sacred truth. Verses of vigilance, songs of wisdom, Accompany me to the far-off stardom. Theres a lot to think, theres a lot to do. Im yet to see the green and blue.

Then someone cries Im going down, How then will I get the glitzy crown? But the winds through my hair whisper their say, And chant about that big fat day.

Fears strikes, angst engulfs me, But my Spirit, empowered, tells me what to be. I splash the water on my face, And bear the part of human race. Everything from war and peace. All the tastes of faith and fleece.

Still, I feel, my lass and her dance. I believe the depth of my own romance. Dust and fire, mist and storm, Inside of me are all day long.

I A queer feeling arises when I'm at this. I constantly feel there is something somewhere I miss. I ponder hard and get no fact. I wonder what's the zenith of my act. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

I? I wonder what's there about me. I just don't know what am I supposed to be. Is the soul pure/impure? My goal, about it I'm never so sure. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

Are my deeds good or bad. In my hereafter will I be happy or sad? Will my possessions be milled over high or low? My headway can either be swift or slow. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

Lastly, I can either step in heaven or hell. But I cannot describe my words and ways so well. Myself I don't know what to call. I know one day I'll cross the Styx, but that couldn't be all. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

My soul and torso shall be detached. Then of course I should feel unscratched. This is the scene beyond my insight. I really don'y know anything about my future plight. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

Yes, I don't know why I'm here. I'm in search of something pure and cl ear. It's my essence which I want unfolded. I want to break the bonds within which I'm enfolded. Then I think 'who am I'? I'm here but I don't know why.

My work has been published in VoicesNet Anthology, Powell, Ohio. I write about different topics. Other than poetry, I also write prose.

Author:: Carrie Parker
Keywords:: Youth, Courage, Strength, Spirit, Essential
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