May 8
Who am I?🚶
I am the question I can’t escape,
a voice that changes shape by day and night,
sometimes loud like thunder in my chest,
sometimes soft like fading streetlight.
Who am I?
A name I wear but don’t fully know,
a story still writing itself in ink that won’t stay still,
pages turning even when I’m not ready to let go.
Who am I?
The laugh I give when I’m not okay,
the silence I keep when words won’t come out right,
the part of me that hopes anyway
even when hope feels too heavy to hold tight.
Who am I?
Maybe I’m not one answer, one face, one line—
maybe I’m a thousand small pieces learning how to align.
Still becoming.
Still unsure.
Still here.
