Me Poem by Connie Leigh Lindsay

Who is this person
that I call me?

I feel as if I'm inside of me
looking out at everything.

Helpless to do anything
except watch life move around me.

A bystander, watching
but not participating.

I want to be
part of life again.

To be part of everything
that goes on around me.

Not to be in front or leading,
but to at least be a part of.

I need to know who I am
and what I'm doing in life.

Who am I?