When I forgot who I was,
who was there to remind me?
Who am I now?
Does anyone really know me?
I ebb and flow,
like the tides,
like the moon.
Again,
I will be changing soon.
Growing like a weed
left untended,
unmended
from all the hurts in my life.
It isn’t right
that we have to lose ourselves
in others,
in crowds.
Who am I now?
Who do you see
when you look at me?
Am I the same person
day to day,
or does a part of me
go away?
Versions hiding
in dark corners.
Those parts of me—
lost,
but not forgotten.
Who am I
when they disappear?
Who am I
when I’m here?
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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