iwrotetoday: 2025

Monday, May 5, 2025

I feel misplaced

deserted

In the unknown

to be nowhere

The one I grew up to be

is not in the being

That one feeling that its me

Is not even seeming

Who am I really or am I there at all

Do I not feel or am I not there anymore

A ghost a soul which one is it

Dead or eternal what difference is it

I am not everywhere am I anywhere

Am I here or

am I there

Where did I live and why did I live it all

That I were to shut it down, that I were to leave it all

Identity - what does it mean

I am not sure, it cant be seen

Parts of me have fallen away

From inside me on some far array

So much for “Till death do apart”

How many times may I have died, That now I feel like just the picture

And no life’s art.

Shubhangi Saraf

3/19/25

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