Who Am I

The last in the "I Am..." series

6. Who Am I?

What other question is there to ask

All the rest seem pointless

Thoughts come into our minds

When we wonder at our task

What greater challenge is there for us

When we change from year to year

Messages before our eyes

That turn our pasts to rust

Deep and scarring upon the soul

So much dirt accumulates

That we forget our purpose

And take on another's role

And so I write to understand

My place in all of this

Because it's easy to forget

That I'm a voice in the band

And when my verse reveals me

Before the world and Mother Earth

Angels gather 'round and smile

Because I'm here for all to see

I'm a soul whose art is words

I write my point of view

The meter and foot shape my life

To break me free from all the herds

No poem has been harder to paint

Than on the canvas here within

Though it's framed with perfect grace

I know I'm not some patron saint

I'm a poet as are we all

Each with lives to scribe

In the Garden I will tend

My portion and have a ball

On my knees and in the dirt

Exposing all my weeds

My best and worst to be read

And with disaster I will flirt

So please bear with me as I grow

Beyond who I think I Am

My past has left me soiled

And I have a new row to hoe

But I know it's really the same one

Thought I've not tended it well

I've found the poet of my soul

And my verse has just begun