Who am I?

Who am I?

What am I?

This is what I ask

As I stare deep

Into the mirror

Unable to answer

Even this simple question

Unaware of what I am

For I have looked down

At myself for so long

I have condemned myself

Into exile for so long

That the pain was numbed

That I couldn't feel anymore

That I just existed

That I was nothing

That I could just die

without any issue of sorts.

Yet I am wrong

So terribly wrong

For she comes forth

This shining light

That I have constructed

Within all of this madness

Within all of this chaos

That rings out to me

Like the tolling of the bells

That ring at only funerals.

She looks so sad now

Seeing me like this

So broken down

So down trodden

She wonders why

I see this horrible wretch

In the mirror

When she sees someone else

Someone bright and vibrant

Someone inspiring to watch

Someone that brightens the room

That can make people laugh

And cry from happiness and joy

Without a worry in the world.

So why?

Is what she asks

Why be so sad

When you have potential yet

To change the world

That you see nothing

But darkness in.

You can change that

And become the light

Guiding people out

Of their own hells

And onto the Earth once again

So that we can all heal

So that we can all grow

so that we can all sing

And cry out in joy

To live life

And to find it so amazing.

So this women

So this light

So this incarnation

Of hope itself

Shall guide me out

Of the hell I have constructed

Within the confines of my mind

And out into the light

In order to become the sun

And to have the light

Reflect my every thought

Good or bad

And to guide those

Who were me once

And to set them free

From their own hell.