This Coffee Adventures post is part of the April #AtoZChallenge . This poem is called — obviously– an I am type. Writing about who I am is like writing my own biography, since I never know exactly what matters when I tell the story of who I am beyond the Coffee aspect. This one is a little more vulnerable than I want to be without getting too weepy.
Years ago, I started a blog called Being Artemis where I tried to uplift others by talking about my own depression and fight for self worth. It became more difficult to write when my own life was constantly going up and down like a damn yo-yo. The one thing that is consistent is that no one really knows who I am, because the the journey changes who we are along the way. I have met people who try to analyze me by telling me about my thoughts, feelings, or intentions without having the background, context, or interest in knowing anything about me.
The main question is Who Are You?
I am not who you think I am.
I am a different person for everyone.
I am the child of whimsy.
I am the angel of mercy.
I am the love and life of those I have lost.
I am a broken heart.
I am love retained
I am adored by animals who recognize my being.
I am a kin to Atlas, as the world crumbles.
I am a dreamer with wishes unspoken.
I am an artist, a thinker, a writer.
I am no one.
I wish I was someone.
Keep the coffee going and the cat treats flowing through Buy Me a Coffee.
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