The Enigma

 

The enigma within rests

imprisoned in my soul

As a bell rings it is

ignored, accepted or

disregarded

 

Identity is complex

as a rain forest rich

in diversity

beauty coupled with decay

 

I look about and within

to fathom who we are

in this kaleidoscope

bewildered, bemused yet strangely safe

 

Puzzled by others, often hurt

frequently misled and misunderstood

yet sure with some

indescribable conviction