Who was I?
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I don’t know, to all three!
I just don’t know.
I can’t remember the who I was and
I’m not sure I like the me now but
I’m not sure who I will be.
So where do I go to find out who I was? Where do I go to sort out the who I am? Where do I go to find out who I will be?
Does it matter who I was?
Does it matter who I am?
But it matters who I will be.
And that is up to me.
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Author:
CT (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Questions. Questions. Questions.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
You summed it up on the last line.
Everything else is just baggage weighing you down. Onwards and upwards.
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