Thoughts on a Rainy Thursday
I sit and ponder on this rainy Thursday
of what I am become.
I muse on how wonderfully, how fearfully I am made
yet I wonder...
Why do I have the feelings that are so much me
yet so much another?
How does one find the answers to a question
one rarely--if ever--gets to ask?
Where is the elusive peace I seek in the storm
that is my life?
How can I explain to others what
I barely understand myself?
I sit alone, yet unafraid of what my future holds
because I am more than the sum of my parts.
I am who I am, yet I am also what I am become...
On a rainy Thursday afternoon.
MJS/2001
