An introduction: Who am I?

To be or not to be?

That is the question...or is it?

Who am I really, what is the thing that makes me, me?

Maybe it’s my quirkiness that makes me unique,

Maybe it’s just the weirdness inside of me,

But wait who am I kidding,

I like reading, I love writing,

But most of all, and I’d never openly admit it,

Most of all, I like eating.

You see? The answer to my question was right there lying dormant,

It’s the happy things, it’s always been the happy things that make us stronger,

My mother used to say this to me, she was a firm believer,

In goodness, in purity,

she thought no one could be a deceiver,

How wise I used to think she was,

How immaculately selfless,

I think of her a lot,

Up there in heavens terrace,

Her legacy is great,

her spirit even greater,

She made me who I am,

Without her I would have never become better

A better friend, a better person,

But most importantly,

she taught me the best lesson,

She once said to me: “Always to yourself be true”,

I took that and run with it,

Never straying away from my truth

Some people hate my honesty,

Others applaud it,

I know if she was still here,

She would be proud and she would show it.

So back to my question, to be or not to be?

Based on what I’ve tasted of the world,

I think the answer is to be.



Yet a query still remains; who the heck am I?

To some it’s a mystery as enigmatic as the sea,

Some don’t get to figure it out before they leave,

But what about me?

The response I have to give is also not clear,

You see, for me the answer is I’m still learning who that is going to be,

And thus I doubt;

I doubt I will ever find out what makes me, me.