Who am I when it is just me?
I am so rarely on my own.
I am wife, mother, and daughter, Homemaker, sister, and teacher.
My world is in community—
Who am I when it is just me?
As I write these words on paper
My thoughts can’t settle an answer,
For there’s just as much noise within, Myriads of questions like this:
Who am I when it is just me?
Do I actually need to know?
For really I’m never alone,
Not even when I think I am.
And I’m glad that I’ll never know, “Who am I when it is just me?”
(I tried out the poetry form the quatern for this.)