Whose Life Am I Living?
A poem of thinking of a different life than the previous
I awake to the dawn of dusk in cool empty sheets
In the mirror I look at the face of an uncanny being
I move towards the breakfast table with six seats only to end with a quickly fleeing
I put on the clothes from my closet to wear
I breathe in the same air
My soul is quiet and listens to the young, the old, and the wise
My voice tiny and innocent and small
Listening to it change over years.
Witnessing many good and bad
Or doing deeds blameful and magnificent.
The more I try and supply.
Wasted on time and tears.
My eyes only see what life and God want.
But the question is why am I so daunt?
The people around me are foreign as the clothes they wear
The buildings are ashy and gray and unrecognizable for me to remember
The rules are no more, the streets are disheveled and town is nowhere
But I still celebrate differently every November and December
The new body I now dwell within sees and hear things that I never heard
Past sins are no longer a threat and ignored as they don't exist
Am I content or am I in my own personal confinement?
Does it mean I am vivacious or I am desist?
I think the question is whose life am I living?
About the Creator
Joseph Hernandez
I am 29 years old, I have autism. I've been writing since I was five. I love to read and write. Someday I hope to become a free lance writer and major into journalism as my career. I hope my stories or written work brings joy to all.
Comments (3)
Deep and insightful. It is well-written and thought-compelling. Deals with the subject with sensitivity and imagination. Well done, Joseph.
Thought-provoking piece. Nicely written.
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