Who am I? It should seem so clear.
Yes, I’m alone, but I feel so queer.
I’m not who I once was, I’m not who I will be.
I’m now and that’s enough for me.
The I Am is here.
He is seeing me, the am that lives because He set me free.
That much is certain, so the path should be clear.
Yes, but I’m mixing, and my heart just feels weird.
I’m not feeling how I’ve felt, nor am I feeling how I will feel.
I’m feeling how I’m feeling, no pain, nothing dear.
The I Am is still here.
He is loving me, the am that lives because He set me free.
This poem is Copyright 2017 by Jessica Anne McLean. File sharing is encouraged.
The Rose 
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