Who am I really ?
Does anyone know who they really are ?
Who am I really?
Am I a universal identity
or just a soul born to the earth?
A drop in an ocean, or the ocean itself?
Is my being a thread woven through time,
or merely a whisper carried by the wind?
Am I the sky, vast and infinite,
Or the ground beneath my feet, standing firm?
Do I exist as part of something greater,
I a living moment that fades with the dawn?
Is my essence tied to the stars,
or born from the soil and dust of this world?
A reflection of the universe’s endless dance,
or a solitary note in the song of life?
Who am I really?
A question that stretches beyond the horizon,
never fully answered,
yet alive with every breath I take,
and every step I make. Do you know me ?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You are of the Lord for he made you the way you are. Good job on making us think of who we are.
This poem beautifully explores the deep question of identity, comparing existence to nature and the universe. Great poem! 👏💞
I ask myself this every day! Who am I? Who am I really? It’s a question that stretches beyond the horizon! Am I a drop in the ocean or do I have a greater purpose? Great work!