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Who Am I? A Soulful Journey Through Identity In A Global World
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Identity — The Quest For Home In A Homeless World
Where I’m from, the skies wear grey Yet here I stand, in sunshine’s ray A thousand miles from native soil Adorned in foreign styles, embroiled
In dialects that twist my tongue In customs, strange, that come undone And yet they stick, like age-old glue Replacing parts of what I knew
I am the sprout in foreign land Who can’t forget its mother’s hand The roots do yearn for days gone by Yet seek to grow, not asking why
The compass of my heart’s desire Shifts between a moth and fire Drawn to flickers old and new The inner clash I can’t undo
Do I pretend, or have I grown? Am I lost or have I known? The masks I wear, to fit the part Confuse the chambers of my heart
I laugh a joke, in accents two Each jest a slice of what is true I wonder then, as laughter fades Which part’s the act, which part stays?
I bridge two worlds in me, I find Yet feel sometimes I’ve been confined For each bridge built, a wall may rise Separating skies from skies
In neither place, I’m wholly seen The loneliness of in-between Yet in this space, I also find A chance to forge a unique kind
Under myriad stars, I look above A sky shared by all I dearly love Whether they’re near or far away The same celestial tapestry we survey
But we see shapes of differing lore Galaxies of identity, evermore The constellation of who I am Is both the sheep and the sacrificial lamb
The universe, it stretches wide A canvas where my souls reside Both old and new, they claim a space In the portrait of my intricate face
I carry within an eternal flame Fueled by lands that have no name It warms me up when I feel cold A fire made from stories told
In the grand scheme, I’m just a speck A fleeting moment on destiny’s trek But oh, how each minuscule part Contributes to the ocean that is my heart
Sadness, joy, in vivid hue Paint my essence, old and new Do they clash? Or do they blend? A masterpiece, I still defend
In this journey, I’m not alone Others too have seeds that’ve grown In lands they’ve chosen, or where they fell In stories only they can tell
So here I am, both false and true A spectrum, neither just one hue A quest that’s fraught, yet also grand To finally, truly, understand
C.J. Coop © 2023. All rights reserved.
Authors insight
Poetic musings of a wandering soul, forever caught in the liminal space between two worlds! “Identity — The Quest For Home In A Homeless World” is a tapestry woven with threads of nostalgia, confusion, and the ceaseless yearning for belonging.
It’s like that moment when you’re at a party, and you don’t know whether to hang out by the snack table or join the dance floor. You’re torn, right? Well, imagine that, but on a cosmic scale.
So, why did I write this? To explore the labyrinthine corridors of identity, where each turn reveals a new facet of who you are or could be. It’s a bit like dating two people simultaneously: exhilarating but oh-so-complicated.
Do you ever feel like you’re wearing a mask, or perhaps several, just to fit into different parts of your life? Ah, the eternal question: Who are we? Where do we belong? And can we ever truly find a home when home is an ever-shifting concept?
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