Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
To know what that true self is without social pressure is to know your true nature.
-- Martha Beck
Who Am I Without Others' Labels?
They gave me a body, manly and strong
and a bunch of rules to make me complete
along with their flag as an excuse to belong;
also a childhood, too short and rarely sweet
and their god to call should things go wrong.
Innocent in ignorance, but always good-willing
with that legacy of lies inherited from others
they passed it on me to make it my ceiling
with love of parents with care of brothers.
All those labels as if meant to annoy
something else demanded by each
not letting me stay just a little boy
and all with something to teach.
Years passed and the life happened in a hurry
fragmented sense of self getting more so
making reality undefined and blurry
and me in it just as unclear also.
Many times while they would call my name
there was something phony in that sound
like a missing picture from signed frame
in a gallery of empty frames all around.
Who am I?
Sometimes at a junkyard a flower might grow
after all those masks and fig leaves are torn
with all those calendars so little to show
and just left with enigma of being born.
But driven from within by a stubborn quest
like a caterpillar surprised by a pair of wings
I drifted through my life in a search of my best
with humbleness of beggars, and dignity of kings.
So who am I really, and how does it matter
for, this joy of being doesn't need a label
as if I got it all on some big silver platter
every single crumb on my royal table.
© 2022 Val Karas