Who Am I?
Am I flesh, bones, and breath aligned,
A spark within a fragile rind?
A vessel shaped by fate's decree,
Bound to time and entropy?
Genes whisper ancient commands:
Eat, survive, make your stand.
Pulse and instinct, coded tight,
Marching toward the fading light.
But what of the voice beyond the frame,
A subtle hymn without a name?
A yearning vast, unmeasured, free,
Boundless as the endless sea?
Could I be a cosmic thread,
Woven where the stars are spread?
A drop of spirit, pure and wide,
Carried by the universe's tide?
Or neither flesh nor breath, nor glow,
But something deeper we can't know?
A fleeting echo, dreamlike haze,
A puzzle veiled in endless maze?
Perhaps I’m both—finite yet vast,
A moment where the questions last.
Living, wondering, learning anew:
What am I, if not both true?
About the Creator
Katie L. Kashan
I am retired, and for the first time in my life have time to pursue some passions that have been left in the back burner. I hope to develop emotional resilience and help others do that, too. My writing is AI assisted.
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Comments (2)
Deep lines and a deep question we all can relate too. Lovely poem.
"Am I flesh, bones, and breath aligned," absolutely stunning line! I loved your poem, great work!