I am a part of you,
yet stand alone,
A constant presence,
yet often unknown.
I shape your thoughts,
your dreams, your fears,
Yet I am but a whisper
in your ears.
I am the canvas on which
your life is drawn,
The stage on which
your story is spawned.
I hold your memories,
your hopes, and your pain,
Yet I am as fleeting
as the morning rain.
I am the breath that
fills your lungs,
The spark that ignites
your soul's young.
I am the fire that
burns within,
The voice that guides you
through thick and thin.
I am the essence
of your being,
The very core
of your seeing.
I am the answer
to the riddle you seek,
The truth that lies
within, meek.
What am I?
- Author: Dove (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 30th, 2024 10:01
- Comment from author about the poem: What am I
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A guinea pig, probably! lol (me talking rubbish).
Thanks again, good quess, but not quite, lol
Great write
Thanks again, much appreciated
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You're welcome
One of the best poem I read together. Love the rhythm and flows. Glad I came by this ...kudos ! And you are the Mind , Soul or the conscience.
Awesome, I am glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for stopping by.💗
very nice i always enjoy a emotion packed poem with good rhyme and flow
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You are part of the love that fills peoples hearts and minds Dove.
Andy
Awe, thank you Andy
Thanks Andy.💗💗💗💗
at a rough guess, I would say spirit or soul .. but then I'm just an old romantic at heart .. ❤️
What indeed. Your soul, maybe? Unsure of what canvas my life is drawn, from what moon my life is hung. Nice work here.
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