My identity is who I am,

it is my heart and soul,

the very essence of my being

and that makes it simple,

but only if I recognise

My identity is fleeting, and it evades me day to day,
an unknown person in the mirror, living a different way.
Though I ask

"Emotionally Dark Identity"

Dark hair with dark eyes

Crying alone emotionally crippled

Emotional powers crying lies

Meditation

Who am I?
I need to know
Am I the truth
Or am I a lie?
The reasons of my season
The who, what and why

Is identity my name
Or finding

These hands, this heart,
these eyes, this part
of my soul,
oh yes, this, and all of it,
it belongs to Him.

This birth, this breath,
this