I am again measureless patterns,
I seek to know me and my verve,
Am I the undecipherable enigma?
Is there a purpose, here, I serve?
Whether I shall turn out to be,
The hero of my own life…
Will there be some happiness?
Or of conflicts, I will be rife?
How do I come to know me?
Am I really who I think I am?
Is there another side to me?Am I just a big ol’ sham?
Hello Just Someone. I am intrigued with your use of the prompt. I think we all look at ourselves and wonder if we are worthy of happiness. And, we wonder weather we know ourselves through the trials and happiness that come our way. I don't know that we'll ever know who we are completely but I'm willing to keep trying to figure it out with everyone else. Hope all is well. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteDeep, questioning words. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteI do hope you know that you ARE already the hero of your own life! I like that line.
ReplyDeleteLove that starting line!
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I like: "Am I Agaim measureless patterns"...has me thinking
ReplyDeleteAnd we never really know, do we? Good post!
ReplyDeleteGood post - gets me thinking.
ReplyDeleteA profound observation. Sometimes it doesn't seem possible to know ourselves even though we think we should. We are all very complex.
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