In My Mind

Who am I

A dream once asked

And indeed

I did not know

A flower maybe

Or perhaps a weed

Struggling up

Through the snow

Identity is

A tricky thing

Splintering

The mind

We search

And search

For all our lives

But do we ever truly find

Yet locked away

Within the dark

Exists the me

Who is

The person

I hope to be

And the one

Who truly lives

#Poetry