Who Am I?
Am I here or there or everywhere?
When I was little, I played this Game,
I walked to school and imagined that Nothing was Real.
Or Was It?
I Imagined that the Concrete of the Streets was Liquid,
That I could Walk through Walls if I wanted to,
That All Matter was an Illusion,
That My Eyes Told Me Lies of Reality — Make-Believe
Do I Exist?
Or was I an Illusion, too? Just an Idea?
A Thought of No—Being
Who is this Face that I see in the Mirror? Whose Name are they calling?
If I Hold My Breath Long Enough, Am I Going To Die?
I practiced in the pool — Submerged in Water, Waiting to Float to the Surface as a Corpse,
But I came up Gasping for Air -
Nothing Changed except for the Dead Leaves, which were Brittle, and Dust
Would they Cry for me at my funeral? Would I still Hear them?
Oh, Silly Child, Go On Now.
I still Wonder how it would be Outside my Body —
So I Sleep with my Eyes Wide Open
About the Creator
Ute Luppertz ✨
I am an animal lover, a meditator, and a wisdom keeper. I live my passion through writing about life and animals and working as a pet death doula and animal communicator.
You can learn more about me here: petspointofview
Comments (3)
Thought provoking. What if one day we wake up and realized nothing like it seems to be?
Incredibly written! Beautifully done! 💌
This was so hauntingly beautiful! Loved your poem!