Val is a life-long student of unexplored human potential and many challenges that self-honesty throws at us on that path.
Who am I?
They gave me a body manly and strong
and a bunch of rules to make me complete
along with a flag as an excuse to belong;
also a childhood, too short and rarely sweet
and a god to call should things go wrong.
Innocent in ignorance, but always good-willing
with a legacy of lies inherited from others
they passed it on to me to make it my ceiling
with a love of parents, with a care of brothers.
All those labels as if meant to annoy
something else demanded by each
not letting me stay just a little boy
everyone with something to teach.
Years passed and life happened in a hurry
fragmented sense of self became more so
making reality undefined and blurry
and me in it just as unclear also.
Many times as they would call my name
there was something phony in that sound
like a missing picture from a signed frame
in that gallery of empty frames all around.
Who am I?
Sometimes at a junkyard a flower may grow
after all masks and fig leaves are torn
with all those calendars so little to show
and just with enigma of being born.
But driven from within by a stubborn quest
like caterpillar surprised by a pair of wings
I drifted through my years in search of my best
with humbleness of beggars, and dignity of kings.
So who am I really, and does it matter
for this joy of being doesn't need a label
as if I got it all on a silver platter
every single crumb on my royal table.
© 2021 Val Karas