I Am Shaman Poem by Poetical Analysis

I enter this world, side stepping a serial killer

I struggle with breathing, blindness, & hearing

My mother was so hollow, my imagination had to fill her

The fire inside me consumed my experience eternally

I faced shadows that stalked my childhood in dreams

I was caged like a demon, held as a slave

I made a life where nothing was what it seems

I couldn't hear, so I made up my own means of talking

Poetry was born in my heart, upon reflecting on death

The sun of this universe shines in my walking

So brilliant I thought I'd never feel in my breast

I died so many times, I finally found true self

Coupled with a neurotic twitch that compels me to help

I fathered a daughter like the shadows of old

The way Mother Earth coddles alien gold

I am elusive as an elegant alley cat, strutting through the filth

Static motion, unable to be stilled

I swam like a dolphin through toxic waters

And faced I'm so weak, I wished I forgot her

But the sun of my life, blazing, is the feeling I have always sought her

What I've suffered has forged an overman, I am still getting to know

Like a farmer's first harvest, grown from the seed he had to sow

I am a vaporous mist, as thick as a Celtic fog's pall

My mind moves like space trapped in a diligent crawl

My feeling are verses in the most sacred & ancient book, ever compiled

But my literacy skills were perfected for denial

Still, my radiant sun has illuminated every piece of my world

My most prize possession, I wish to give to the woman, I left as a girl

And not even time can contain how this narrative will unfurl


10/18/16