I am

I was born no one

Given a name, I became someone

I am a daughter.

Later, I became a sister.

I am a friend, an enemy, a girlfriend.

I am a student and an employee.

I became a wife and a mother.

Nieces came along, and I became an aunt.

As time elapsed, I began to wonder--

Who am I?

Am I the sum of my roles?

Am I just a person?

Who is this stranger staring

At me from the mirror?

At one time, I thought I knew.

Now, this stranger appears--

Worn, ragged, wrinkled.

Who is she?

Her body is transformed from

Childbirth and years of decay.

Am I her?

I know that I am someone, but who?

Am I a poet, a scholar, an artist?

Do the things I do define me?

Listening to my heart beat,

I know that alive--

I am

Reviews

[Lavery the Librettist]

I love this! It's so relevant to so many people and our definition in life. I wrote a poem called who am I. Ill send u a read request