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Jan 2010
I Am

I am here, which is there, and here, yet no where at all….

To be an entity for as short a period as light can travel there.

I am heard as fast as a message can reach the other phone…..

to be ignored without consideration or the slightest impulse to care.

I am…..I am…..I am…..I am…..what ever I do at last…..

To have been tossed like a rag doll in life to and then fro.

I am a mold of what never seemed to matter in my past

a product of invisible forces guiding me which way to go.

I am……….no more me than I was the last time I was…..

So when the next person asks me I will tell them to wait.

I am only here to see what being capable really does.



SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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