Who Am I?

Poem By Vaughn Wood

“Who am I, you ask? ”

I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
A plot unapologetically thickening,
An unedited pagination in bold.

I am a breath worth breathing,
Escaping death with each blow;
Avoiding over speculating
When the last one will flow.

I am faith in motion,
Unconventional devotion.
More enlightened via the personal
Than stage-like public spectacle.

I am desire, craving daily to be known,
Not forced into isolation to venture alone;
But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset
Providing the gift of another day for riveting embrace.

I am a friend worth having;
A reliable man worth confiding.
Gratefully ineligible to adjudicate,
In the now, fearlessly merciful.

I am honesty’s new best friend,
A quest for truth continually probing;
A current of transparency untainted,
Longing for a nonjudgmental landing.

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