I have become something.
No, I have not solved
the riddle of it all,
though mayhap that be not
from lack of trying —
but I am not nothing,
not anymore. I remember
when I was even less
than that which is nil,
a vacuum of a being, taking
without giving any back:
and how I still was loved,
even though did I deny it,
love all around me,
and love from out of nowhere.
Someone had faith in me —
no, make that more than one;
and I never thought
it would of happenstance
I would wake from the
nightmare of myself, but
I am standing on my own
two feet, at the threshold
of my own humanity:
and yes, and that is it:
I have become something,
and think it not so simple,
this to be: a human being.
Strawberry
12:48pm thursday, 27th january
Magnificent!
Beautiful writing. Beautiful meanings. I want to send this to a friend. This poem is my story too, just said better than I could ever say it.
Strawberry