Who Am I

“Who am I, you ask?”

I am a narrative in the making,

   A happy ending not yet told;

     A plot unapologetically thickening,

       An unedited pagination in bold.

        

I am a breath worth breathing,

   Escaping death with each blow;

     Avoiding over speculating

       When the last one will flow.

I am faith in motion,

   Unconventional devotion.

     More enlightened via the personal

       Than stage-like public spectacle.

I am desire, craving daily to be known,

   Not forced into isolation to venture alone;

     But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset

       Providing the gift of another day for riveting embrace.

I am a friend worth having;

   A reliable man worth confiding.

     Gratefully ineligible to adjudicate,

       In the now, fearlessly merciful.

I am honesty’s new best friend,

   A quest for truth continually probing;

     A current of transparency untainted,

       Longing for a nonjudgmental landing.

    

~2010 Vaughn Wood