Who am I

 

I am the soul that watches itself in silence,
a question hiding beneath my own skin,
a stranger I recognize in every mirror
knowing myself enough to know
how much of me remains unknown.

Who am I?
I am a heart that loves like the sea
without learning where the shore ends,
collecting little things: a voice, a glance, a name,
and calling them forever
even when forever has never been promised.

Who am I?
I am the flaw beneath the flower,
the hand that holds on when it should let go,
the mind that turns silence into storms,
the woman who knows her own wounds
yet sometimes presses on them
just to feel something true.