Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)


Who Am I


Where am I going
What am I doing
What do I stand for
Who am I

Questions
that continue endlessly
all day and all night

I’m trying to figure it out
I’ll keep on going
But there’s
No end in sight

Will there ever be?
I can’t tell
Can’t speak
Can’t sleep
Can’t breathe
Stretching out my vision
right in front of me

My eyes on the ground
never meeting yours
Doorknob to the heart,
window to the soul

I venture
into the unknown
Your skin to mine
And I find it

Repentance
for the days I pretended
to be someone else
Who am I

Can’t you find me
right here, I’m standing
in front of you
Who am I

You found me
Doorknob to my heart,
Window to my soul
Who am I

No matter where we’ve been
No matter what we’ve done
No matter what we’re planning to do…
I’ll keep on going
But there’s no end in sight

Who am I
I keep asking these questions
No end in sight,
I’m throwing myself blindly
into the chasm

Who am I?
It’s a neverending question
But someday I know
I’ll find out
who I am

Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 14, 2013

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