Minus identity who am I

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Written: June 30, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest Quote by Aristotle "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My bid to solve the conundrum was fruitless. Yes, our baffling species can't be rootless. In the middle of the silence of my privacy. And amid the well-informed set of primacy. Man has a hodgepodge of inconsistent data. We discern that it's a sly topic of alpha and beta. So enigmatic, just beyond comprehension. Sinister and heavenly beings coexist in tension. Each life leads to a core, albeit stated or static. Aims are inherent to human status, not erratic. Arguably reluctantly recognizing its brilliance, Trust audacity breeds resilience. They carefully revere it as a fragile utopia to win. We are unable to grasp a rainbow vivid spin. But he pressed on, equanimous to the distance. The sky rewards diligent deeds with insistence. Revamping as a chameleon, tearing layers of skin. I'm donning a dark cape and gliding into the scene. When my gloom pulses akin to a hiss in my ears, I recklessly embrace and succumb to my fears. I'm cruising down, wondering what this means. Who is the real me, with my threads fraying at seams? Am I reckless, terrified, or even human under here? Am I cruel or bonny? Which of my brain coils is clear? Maybe it's just one aspect of my identity. Continues to operate within my entity. However, my actual self is a hollow grave. When hearts break, legs turn jelly, as slaves. I shall opine minus identity, envy, or vanity. No work or economic stability can annoy me. No status goals, no phony levity, will rule him. My spirit will be freed after living a quiet whim. Borderline: without me, what universe is mine? Is it just me, embracing each day as it shines?

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 7/3/2024 8:18:00 AM

SP, a lot of very good questions you ask here. Just how rational are we? How sure are we of what we know of our inner selves? There are many trials and tribulations, and each day presents an opportunity to know a little more or to have a bit more confidence. I'm probably being too simplistic!!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/1/2024 11:12:00 AM

This is a wondrous poem of riveting rhyme. I've taken it to heart. We go through changes in life. Changes can be helpful or devastating. I like the successful ending.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/1/2024 7:10:00 AM

A deep way towards soul- searching and reflection while living in the now...someday , most commentaries will be answered when we access our higher self...introspective, transformational ,honest work!

Ink Empress

Date: 7/1/2024 3:56:00 AM

What a profound and deeply moving writ this is dear dr sotto, you always have a way with delivering poems in a very intriguing manner with a philosophical touch! I especially love the lines “ my actual self is a hollow grave. When hearts break, legs turn jelly, as slaves.” Soul hitting! And i also love “ We are unable to grasp a rainbow vivid spin.” your use of poetic techniques and descriptive diction, enhances the poem and ensures you do deliver one that depicts your innermost self! BOL

Silent One

Date: 6/30/2024 1:25:00 PM

Hey Sotto.. Your poem delves into the complexities of identity and existence, exploring themes of self-discovery and the human condition. The language reflects a struggle with understanding one's place in the world, balancing inner fears and aspirations. The use of vivid metaphors, such as chameleons and rainbows, enhances the emotional depth, symbolizing transformation and elusive beauty.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 6/30/2024 11:43:00 AM

Brilliant argument. Each of our days must shine. We all have our particular identity and we do what's best for ourselves.