Who am I?
Am I me? Am I who I was born to be or did I change along the way? Am I still the innocent soul, pure and untouched? Or did I sin too much causing me to slowly turning dark inside my heart?
Who am I?
Am I me? Am I who I was born to be or did I change along the way? Am I still the innocent soul, pure and untouched? Or did I sin too much causing me to slowly turning dark inside my heart?
Who am I?
I asked myself this question many times and the answer is and was never the same.
I do not stand still, I move, change paths, create new doors.
When I look into the mirror now, I do not see the same person I saw last week.
Am I a chameleon? Do I change color every time I move?
Pink one moment, red the next? Green in the morning, yellow at night?
Who am I?
I am a person hiding in a shell I no longer bare to carry. I am the person behind a mask who hungers to be seen for who I am. I am a human soul trapped on an emotional roller coaster, spinning around hour after hour. I am a fighter, a tender, broken heart eager to explore the world in so many ways.
I am scared.
With so many dreams and wishes, fear is almost always present in my daily life. I struggle, I breathe, I fight and I fail. I fall down and push myself up again. I walk against the walls of my own prison to break them down brick by brick. But I am also the person who puts a brick back in the deep hours of the night.
I am willing.
I am the person in the back ground cheering for others. I am the silent shoulder to cry on. I am the ears in moments of need. I am the arms around you when you need a hug. I am there, I am willing.... Yet it's so hard for me to connect.
I am willing to learn, to try, to be.
I am willing to step into the light and show myself but I rather stay hidden.
I am willing to open up.... I am willing...
I am shy.
Red blushing cheeks, not knowing what to say. Stuttering, hiding and sometimes even gasping for air. My whole life I have been fighting against the monster I call shyness. While most people I meet online laugh when I tell them how shy I am it really is a struggle. Online, I dare to be more up front, yet I have not really spoken my mind. There are moments my fingers want to scream words against the screen and yet..... I calm my fingers and tell them to hide.... Back to scared again perhaps?
I am creative.
I am a creative soul in many ways. I show my emotions, yet not in tears or in smiles. I share them with my paintings, drawings and poetry. I am creative in hiding who I am while I really want to show myself. I am creative in finding things to do, creative with my masks.
Today I asked myself the same question and for the first time in my life, I liked the answer.
Who am I?
I am ME, I am breaking free from the prison I have built around myself. I am the fighter inside me who does no longer care about a red face when I meet people. I am the soul who dares to speak even when I am scared. I am the person who is pushing myself to see the world. I am Good enough, I am......
So, who am I?
I am learning!
My name is @poeticsnake, a creative writer and dreaming poet!
A wandering soul searching for new paths to walk on!
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