Who am I?
when the world has been stripped away,
when the external things
have been removed
and I'm faced with the emptiness of myself
Who am I?
when the things I once took pride in are shaken
when the norm becomes flipped on its head
do I still see their value?
Who am I ?
outside of the noise, the chaos, the busyness of life,
that covered things within our selves,
now with nothing to hide behind
am I still happy with who I am?
Photo by Iulia Mihailov on Unsplash
Words by Emma Jane Catchpole