We are reaching out
and claiming
parts.

Bit by bit
we are
grasping
it.

Dividing the
treasure.

But the,


problem?

Is that
the
"treasure."

Is
cursed.

And we
are perfectly aware of
the burden it holds.

Yet this
curse
is the reason we want
the treasure.

The reason we
need
the treasure.

It provides a wonderful
emotion.

Love.

Familiar love
that makes you warm
and proud.

Proud to carry the curse.

And it carries another
curse.

Sadness.

Longing.

And worst of all.

Happy memories.

That can never be made again.

So maybe it is a burden.

To claim and
share
the treasure.

But together our
family
can share the
curse
burden
as one.

Writing about
yourself is hard

Why?

With other
topics
You can find a
Book
or
News paper article
or
Poem
Written about it

But with
yourself

Only you know
Only you know
who you truly are

And sometimes-

Scratch that

Almost all of the time

We don't know
who we are

We only know
What others know us as

We don't know
who we are

I don't know



who I am

So I ask


Who am I?


I am Who?