Who am I ?
All those travails, which one will open the womb from which I first felt?
I need a glimpse of my purpose, a fingered map to my destiny.
Who am I ?
The things and people that I surround myself with, beautiful and comfortable –
My failures, do they tell anything to who I am? For how long?
My triumphs for which I battle myself- will they give me depth?
Where are my plaques- I want them, shields with crusted bloody cracks, to hide soft inflamed wounds-
I am burrowing in the dark deep apathy surrounded by questions I can’t answer,
I am blind.
Who Am I ?
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