What Is Panned... Poem by Herman Hoyte

I cannot pretend to be what I'm not.

I want to change from not to am.

But am I ready for such a change?

Will it match my very name?

For two halves must be the same.

Surely, something must not remain.

If I cannot be, I must not pretend.

No-one should impersonate another's hand.

Alas, alas, let it not be.

It feels so right, this must be me.

I don't want to turn, to run, to flee.

O' God please help, I cannot see.

I cannot navigate this rough sea.

As for you, off on the Sand.

Should I continue towards that land?

or...

Should I turn, wander off?

Continue searching, blind and lost...