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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A searing truth told in beautiful style and wonderful emotion.....keep writing........arya