I am
my blood
my heart
my eyes
actually, each part of me is me
still, I might live without parts that's me
No arms, no legs
maybe blind
or disfigured by wars or illnesses
when old I may have lost most of me
still, I'm perceived as me
If so, what constitutes what's me?
Am I a faceless shadow or a rock hard mirror image?
Something fluent or something carved in rocks?
A voice speaking out or a secret feeling only known to myself?
Tracing the lines of my face I don't find me
recalling events in my life I meet me
however, one's memory is a joker out to tease
other people's memories may call mine a liar
Fluttering in and out of looks, of memories I'm all and nothing
everything and nothing at the same time
© EC
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-07-25 15:32:05
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