Writing about her who is me,
has always been a cloudy mystery,
for life is too complicated to fathom,
and words fail to explain the entity,
of this being, who is me
Still I strive for the meaning
of my very core; my heart, soul and mind.
All of which are one and separate,
yet they remain a definition of me
As simple as they seem, they are complex,
for that is how I am, a whole new philosophy
A theory for scientists all around to behold
yet never really reach the absolute truth
My heart is all that it can be
it holds the world, the universe and more,
never to complain about it all
Yet it bleeds it's nights to sleep soundly,
for only a night without worry and thought
sometimes I wish to pull it from its roots
like a weed weakening the glory of the plant
yet it is me, and without it I cannot be
My soul, it is a curious thing,
holding a personality that logic abides
it changes constantly like the weather,
and mutates to fit others around it
A chameleon it is as cunning and smart,
to make those around feel comfort,
yet its inner organs are still intact,
cherishing the values and thoughts
it held before, never to part
My mind they have called magnificent
and many have wondered its corners,
and gasped at its capability,
for it is one of many talents and surprises
and I remain to be the stories I tell,
the words I say, the actions I do
and all are retrieved from the many
books I've read, and people I've met,
for I live in them and they in me
In the darkest corners of me, I live
to give light to those who take it
for I am simply a being,
and those around me connect
and disconnect, as I do
Only to learn from experiences,
and become better human-beings
