I am

In the eyes of sorrow everything seems so dark, without presence.


Deep with in this heart of mine is pain, love, and the memories that make me who I am.


Who am I?


I’m the angel of my past.


I bring everything to its end, yet I’m the beginning of much.


I am who I am nothing more nothing less.


I’m the memories of many good and evil.


I am myself, my soul is incomplete my heart is sore.


The imagination is immense.


I am who I need to be.


I am a person of caring, a person of hope, and a person of passion, a person of being.


I am to be feared and loved.


I am who I’ll always be.

ME.