I am

Family tries to define me,
Friends try to remind me.
Life moulds you,
While you’re still warm,
And even once set,
Beats you into a new form.

I may never understand myself completely,
But this I know,
even though,
sometimes only gradually,

I am the discarded past promise.
I am the guilt from the abandoned choice.
I am the carrier of lies heaped upon us.
I am the softest loudest voice.

I am the me to be, the me that was,
I am the dirt beneath your running feet,
I am all the works of forgotten souls,
I am the observer of the replete.

I am he who exists out of time.
(In the moments before doubt becomes certainty),
I am he who makes up your mind.
I am he who was asked to set you free.

I am he who loves with illimitable assurance,
I am the one that stays true contrary to proof.
I am waiting always to regain your prurience,
I am! I wouldn’t lie to you.


Even to get you back…..

by Atavist
posted on 11/18/2009