Impressive piece.
Up, up, up
down, down, down
my emotional
highs and lows
are not who I am
although they are
part of me
Then, who am I?
who is this me?
I wonder why we
even need to
ask this question.
Does a bumble bee
ask, “Who is me?”
Impressive piece.
Up, up, up
down, down, down
my emotional
highs and lows
are not who I am
although they are
part of me
Then, who am I?
who is this me?
I wonder why we
even need to
ask this question.
Does a bumble bee
ask, “Who is me?”
Thank you for visiting my blog and introducing me to your writing
Thank you
Can definitly relate.
Good point.
Reminds of a line from a poem how people ask questions but only god can make a tree..
I think we are blessed or cursed,however point of view you take with questioning many matters.
I see it more as a blessing since writing…if however ,you only keep the questions inside your mind buzzing it can sting like the bee in your poem.good to let those bees out,no?
Very well said…. ‘Words have life’