When at the crossroads where I have to choose;
I ask-who am I?
And I choose what is
true to my being;
And pass the other by...
When I feel I am wrong, and have gone with what I desired,
I don't regret ...
I don't regret ...
It is still who I am.
All what I could not do without;
It was better , than to die...
all that I want to give.
I am the one who lives,
when my spirit is full fire.
The out held hands come many
But want not all that I am
I have to pass them
by,
say a hundred times goodbye.
And hold only to a hope..
that does not choose to die
..for a heart, who knows, and calls,
..for a heart, who knows, and calls,
to all of ‘who I am’
9 comments:
..you are a wonderful writer..loved this piece..
..poetry is coming out of one's own cocoon..and u have wonderfully done that...
glad to have done the 'pushing' to another post.
most intriguing question ha?
i like 2 answers:
from Bible, 'I am who I am'
and
Descartes' 'Cogito ergo sum'
Nice one.
Oh girl, tell it!
The poet has arrived!
side note on what deeps said...
I'll take "I am who I am" any day over "I think, therefore I am." We don't exist because of what we think, but because of who we were created to be: ourselves.
:) Thanks Rigzin, Deeps, Janu and Debra for appreciating
This poetry was really nice one! Way to go , Jerly:)
This is so beautiful, Jerly. We can only live this life fully if we remain true to ourselves -- our self which we can never fool. ❤ :-)
Reveals your innermost conflicts and thoughts. Very nice.
Beautifully explored ... loved it !!!
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