Zywa Yes, I am I

It's quiet down in the dumps
only echoes from my heart
repeating who I am

until my head acquiesces
in who I am, saying yes
time and time again

without giving me names
of Good, Bad, Less
and Indulgent

I have to get on
with my qualities
which I needed and

which only in the present tense
should be weighed
for what I am worth

I'm not going to drown myself
in sorrow and pain
which point to the culprits --

I'm hurt, that's all

Poem 2242
Amsterdam, 2019-05-12

Collection: Imprints Masks 
Keyword: Identity:  
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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