Who
am I?
A
question profound,
A mystery
waiting to be found.
In
the depths of my soul, a story untold.
A
tapestry of colors, both bright and bold.
Who
am I?
I am
the echo of my ancestors.
A
blend of cultures, a mix of beliefs.
I am
the dreamer with hopes unfolded,
A
seeker of truths in a changing world.
Who
am I?
A
woman who is strong and weak, loved and hated;
Extraverted
and shy; outspoken and quiet.
A
mature female fighting to be heard, seen, appreciated,
In a patriarchal
world.
Who
am I?
Constant
development.
Incessant
adjustment.
Ceaseless
revision.
Nonstop
transformation.
Everlasting
metamorphoses.
Who
am I?
Adapting
to this roller coaster day in, day out
Amending
into the novelties thrown my way.
Opening
my mind and heart to the river so deep.
Surrendering
to the wisdom of age in hope of deliverance.
Who
am I?
A
simple clay vase being molded
On this
pottery wheel entitled life.
Written:
April 11, 2024
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