Who am I, but a reflection in the water-

A sealed bottle of uncertainty and misdeeds?  

Who am I, but a drifting log on a chunk of earth

Clothed and fed by the same enigmatic soil?  

Who am I, but a drop in the sea 

Salty and adrift in the heart of a storm?  

 

Who am I, but a past unfolding in the future

Scorned and praised by minds that scarcely understand?  

Who am I, but a withering tree in an enchanted forest

Dying from the loopholes of magic's grasp?  

 

Who am I, but a traveler in the desert

Jotting survival tactics in the sand—  

Hoping for the storm to pass

Yearning for the oasis amidst the thirst

Longing for a path out of the dying land?  

 

Who am I, if I give up now-

Lying down to pray for forgiveness

As I gently end this struggle?