Friday, 4 November 2016

Who Am I
When did I last know who I am?
I wonder if it when I was a child,
when I made up stories 
from my imagination.
Was I separate then
from the imaginary children
with imaginary parents
and imaginary friends.
knowing
where my story began
and where I ended.
I don’t remember.
Perhaps the story ended before I began.
Perhaps the two began together.
Perhaps they may end together,
separately
or eternally
entwined,
inseparable.
I cannot say.
I never could.
Did I ever know who I am?


First published in Literary Yard, October 2016

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