Who is this person
that I call me?
I feel as if I'm inside of me
looking out at everything.
Helpless to do anything
except watch life move around me.
A bystander, watching
but not participating.
I want to be
part of life again.
To be part of everything
that goes on around me.
Not to be in front or leading,
but to at least be a part of.
I need to know who I am
and what I'm doing in life.
Who am I?
Connie Leigh Lindsay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-273/
