Who Am I?

Who am I?

What am I?

Why am I?

A shallow husk of what I should be, and nothing of what I am.

A business man, an artist, an entertainer.

The constant let down of those I surround.

The taste of disappointment on your tongue or the irritating speck of dust that hides itself away in your eye.

I could be so much more if only I could escape the dank prison of my mind.

Instead I find myself at ends rope sailing a ship in the storms of my brain.

Fighting a constant battle against what seems to be an impossible and unwinnable war.

Listening the screams of my ideas, my thoughts, my memories as they are shot down with unrelenting and unapologetic precision.

Yet still, I make an effort. I try. I try so very hard and I will keep trying till the bones in my body turn to ash.

I will grasp the sun in my hand and I will cast out these dark clouds, even if it means burning.

Who am I?

I am hope. The last spark of light in the dark caves we trap ourselves in.

What am I?

I am a fighter. The one who picks you up and drags you back into the fray, so we can fight for another day.

Why am I?

I am, because no one else can be me. So, why not be the only person that i'm meant to be.