Who am I, really, when no one is looking?
Who am I when I am alone?
Am I one thing or am I many – so many that even I don’t know the pieces of the puzzle that comprise me?
I’m looking for me
in a churning, shimmering ocean
of illusions and mirrors…
Distracted, disoriented,
I settle on a mirage of me
that’s a beguiling chimera…
Dazzled, deluded,
I misguidedly cling to
the me that I’m not…
Too late, I discover
that I let go of the pieces
that authenticate me…
I am forever cast away
in the waters of inattention
…I’m adrift at sea…
