#1

 

Existence

 

I don’t know who I was

Or who I am

Having laid waste to everything

Until right now

By doing nothing at all.

So here I am, a blank page

Like this was a blank page

Before even it came alive

Struggling to say I am your words.

So I am-this empty page

No preface and no conclusion

Unless–I am courageous enough

To put the life less taken to paper

And then turn that page.

If I am only a reflection of my past

Comfortably well-read but never lived

If that is who I am

I choose the pen

As my sword

To lay waste to the regret.

I am who I will be.