Who Am I Poem by Paul Gottselig

I dedicate this poem to Chevelle Behar. You've helped to show me Who I Am. Thanks for everything!

My feet are weary from roads past traveled.

My mind is ablaze with wondering thoughts.

My eyes glisten like stars as I unravel new
ideas and limitless possibilities.

Life comes to a screeching halt,
as I stare into a dark abyss that is me.

In the mirror I see not a reflection of myself,
but of a deeper truer me.

A gateway to another world of infinite imagination.

It dwells inside me, a hunger feeding off my deepest desires.

My inner sanctum, where I am truly alone.

But to be alone, is to be filled with fear.

Fear of absolution and imperfection.

I ask myself if I am ready to share my thoughts.

To share them in light of my individuality.

Who am I to be questioned?

Who am I to question others?

In all manner of possibility, who am I?