Poetry

Identity

by Patricia Harris


Who am I, Really? 
Hiding behind labels,
Lost in pretending
I understand who
I am supposed to be.

There was a time
When I was sure
Of who I wanted to be,
No labels, no questions,
just me and who I wanted to be...

Age has changed me
adding fear, adding wear and tear...
adding the questions
and the lost identity
that I find the need to chase.

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