Who Am I Really?
poem by:
Paul Stephens
Written
on May 02, 2017
I've always had doubts Of what I could be Trying my best But what could I see? Some kind of future Living in bliss A home and a family How could I miss? Worked really hard Providing all I could Needed much more Not quite understood Now that it's fractured Not part of my dream Reinventing myself Must be what I need So who am I really? What can I find? Given so much Just to be left behind Losing my way Driven off course Broken inside Feeling so much remorse Who am I really? The things I can't see So many doubts Is there no good in me? I don't know the answer To this question in life Who am I really? A man dealing with strife
Tags: sad, rhyme, confused,
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Frank Hornby . commented:
There is good in all of us Paul....your strife is only a phase in your life.....you sound like a good man..........and good always comes shining through eventually.....good luck man...
arundass tp
commented:
Questioning oneself, to reveal the truth about self. this is nice and beautiful poem. thought provoking. one
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
Perhaps the answer is too simple - you are you 'and evermore shall be so'. You have a history of who or what you have been, but for now, you are who or what you decide to be. Anyway there's a thought for you to consider.. Good luck!
Paul Stephens
commented:
Thanks Frank, I like to think I'm a good man and I'm sure there are better times ahead.
Paul Stephens
commented:
Thanks Arundass, it's good to challenge ourselves to try to find a better way.
Paul Stephens
commented:
Thanks Geoffrey, I know I'm the man in the mirror and we keep learning form life's experiences, the day we stop doing that is the day we cease to exist.
