'What Am I? ' I Ask Myself Poem by Alex Reece

My True mother is not known;
Though i feel her in my heart/body/soul;
The Step Mother takes care of me;
As her own child, she loves me dearly;
With the sunshine she soothes me;
With the warmth she comforts me;
With her Embrace she eases my worries;

For what i have in me is that of the True Mother;
Where i will find my answer to the question;
I know a tiny little part of her abodes in me, that is the part which makes me;
The Immense Energy i feel when i think of her;
The splendid self-love/self-worth/self-realization, with just a thought of her;
She died for us, is what i know;

Once she lived in her vast mighty form;
we all our just a part of her;
For everything we /ever will/ see, touch, sense, even think, is nothing but her;
Oh Mother, I write this, to thank you for everything;
Oh Mother, the beauty you have it'll be difficult for us to understand;

You're the known, you're the unknown,
you're the entity resting in every mind/body/soul;
I Embrace you of dear Mother, I thank you for everything you blessed us with;
For you won't be forgotten by me ever;


'What am i' I ask myself.
With a Smile, 'I'm a immensely small/diminutive/little star particle of my true Mother, for she sacrificed her life to make way for us to experience the universe'