Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace |
trying to define myself.
My mind is cluttered,
yet the page remains empty.
Self-definition can almost be
too revealing.
Sometimes the mind accepts,
sometimes it rejects,
and oftentimes,
it just disregards.
Like most,
I am defined by experience,
people,
places.
I am a combination of personalities
and realities.
I am a searcher,
searching for the necessity of life.
I am a student of WHY.
I am a product of the past,
a wonderer of the present
and a dreamer of the future.
I am an infusion of knowledge,
emotion and strength.
I am moved by the creation around me,
empowered by those who came before me.
I am less than God,
created to be more than man.
I am a reaper of harvests
and sower of seeds.
I am worn,
but determined.
I am limp,
but still rising.
I am the face of one
but the reflection of a thousand
generations
and
yet, I am still being defined.