Sunday, August 7, 2016


As a kid, already
When people called my name
I wondered, who is that
When they called my name

They did not call me
They didn't see me
They did not know I was there
Until later in my life

It's a way to pinpoint
Someone in a body
With his body
And get him to forget about himself

I have no axe to grind with the past
Nor with anyone in it
Nor with myself for agreeing
But I have made up my mind

I am extremely delighted to know
There are people on this planet
Who can look, see and understand
Who I really am

Above it all
I am at peace with myself in knowing
That who I am
Is the being I am after all

© Ad Vulto. 2016. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. Yo también estoy encantada de darme cuenta de esto. Hoy me estoy "regocijando "con tu poesia