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