Who am I?

Who am I?

A Poem by Nette Netty

Who am I?
I’m not sure
What do I want?
Everything
The world is mine, that would be fine
The colors seem different
The air feels different
The sky moves different
I am different
I am conflicted
My past, so sure. So grounded
My future so dark
Must I follow my heart, dangerous
It’s new, I’m not sure
Is it right?
Never been here, the fear is real
Who am I now?
I’m not sure
Breaking, every snap, every crack
Fear
If I give up, if I give in
Is it right?
I’m not sure
It’s a gapping hole in my chest that feels deeply
What does it want?
Could it be so?
Bright and colorful
The difference is so bleak, so sad
Running in circles, round and round
There is no end
Or is there?
What could it be?
I’m not sure
Can the world stop, just for a second, just for a minute
The question is who am I?
It’s complex
It’s simple
It’s scary, it’s new
What am I suppose to do?
I’m not sure
No more thinking, I am day dreaming
It’s blissful
Wonderful, light beams seep through the crevices
A ray of sunshine
So beautiful, so pure
I can touch it, but it slips through my fingers
The doubt
The questions
Repeating everyday
Could I just pretend
Live in fantasy?
The fresh air, the sky, the rythum of life is different
So colorful
So bright
Could it be?
I must accept the truth inside
The storm may pass
Could I survive it?
It’s time I found out...

© 2018 Nette Netty


Author's Note

Nette Netty
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Very deep not feep.you seem to be very sensitive towards life

Posted 6 Years Ago


Very feep and true. Lovely poem

Posted 6 Years Ago


Hmmm seems to be a write about feelings and one questioning things facing fears and accepting all to be.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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