Who am I

Sexual, abstract and poetic, complex and centered, I am the warm light that’s kindled inside me.

With each morning’s awaking, as the world begins to stir a sound and a shade of light at a time, I am rejuvenated.

In spring showers, pulling weeds and planting new in soft soil, I am happy in my garden.

Contented, I watch the new strengthened, as nurturing sprinkles wash over, before the sun’s season begins.

Determined and practiced, I communicate with animals and master them.

Alive in assemblage, I am shown; from other’s points of views, I learn.

Calmed by aloneness, in clearness, I am selfish.

Compelled, I endure, as I search for a single love to share the known and unknown.

By myself which is a state of mind, I am removed.

Darkened, I cringe at the sight of poverty and deprivation from within and without.

Saddened by despair of ones lost dreams, I age.

Lucky, I am blessed, to have been given life complete with possibilities.

Who am I?

I am myself, unafraid.