A sky of stars
Shining bright
I dont know what I am
A lot of secrets
Buried inside
I dont know what I am
At times i fill with joy
At times I dont even cry
I dont know what I am
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Far from the worries this life imbibes
Then I stop my thoughts and think
Is this the only option left
Many times I follow my heart
I let life decide a few
I dont know what I am
Am I he mountain standing high
Or the ocean building its tide
I dont know what I am
Maybe the cloud that flew away
Maybe the sun that shines all day
Maybe the sand softly touching the skin
Maybe the air deep within
I dont know what I am
Great poem! 😊 I like how the speaker doesn’t know what they are and I get a sense of they’re okay with it. Interesting poem!