I watched the sunset, praying the beauty would tell me who I was
But I was left alone, in a lonely place
So I gazed into the fire, hoping the flames would tell me who I was
But I was left alone with cold hands and a hot face
I stared at my hands, begging the lines to foretell who I was
But I was left alone with bleeding palms
So I dreamed into the eyes of my lover, needing to be told who I was
And I was left alone, a psalmist without a psalm
I watched the stars that starry night, pleading with them to tell me who I was
But I was left alone, with cataract eyes
So I searched my own heart, to be told who I was,
But I was left alone, the maker of my own demise
I looked upon the face of my creator, not expecting to find who I was
And I was left alone, with thoughts to subdue
That night I cried upon the foot of the cross, knowing I had found who I was
Myself, who I knew.

What a great and moving poem!
Did you write it?

Yip, years ago, as a teenager. Only found it the other day, remembered that significant moment that I wrote it, thought it would be nice to share!

We appreciate you sharing it with us!