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Who am I?
Who is this creature staring back at me?
Do I look like this on the inside?
Do I appear like this to others?
Why is the mirror cracked?
WHO AM I?
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WHO WE ARE
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WHO WE ARE
Align the pieces
To bring into clarity
A snapshot of our lives.
We are a sum total
Of our life experiences.
Who we are
Is what we are.
The end product
Of a life’s work.
A work of art
In the making.
Bravo!
WHO AM I?
Who am I?
Who was I?
A man.
A woman.
A doctor.
A soldier.
Maybe a murderer.
Does it matter?
Does it matter anymore?
We all end up the same.
Underground.
Buried.
We end up as skeletons.
But it is how we are
remembered
that matters.
Our memory lingers on.
Remembered as a
doctor,
soldier,
or murderer.
It’s your choice.
CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?
I am hiding.
I am shy.
I am camouflaged.
No one will ever find me.
Except for maybe the fly,
who insists on buzzing around me.
The sun has spotted my spots
with its rays of sunshine.
The bird is eying me with
its black eyes.
But otherwise,
I’m safely hidden from sight.
Hidden from humans.
What am I?
Could you tell what I am?
WHO DO YOU SEE?
Who do you think you see? … by Diana Festa Cortés ©
Who am I?
Am I really what I look like
on the outside?
Am I as innocent as I look?
Or do I have devious thoughts
and ulterior motives?
We all do.
WHO AM I?
What am I?
Who am I?
Am I your worst nightmare?
I hope I am or else
you have horrific nightmares.
