Who am I and What is My Purpose?

the sunrise over a flooded riverbed--
now mid-day, or maybe sunset instead,
the soft-spoken advice that leads you home
the messy-haired head lost in a tome
the crinkled leaf upon that same river
the freckled skin, the dry hands that sliver
the mothering arms for ready embrace
the struggling teacher longing for grace
the light feet dancing from place to place

This poem was written for the most recent Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt from the Skeptic’s Kaddish in which Matt Snyder asks us to do the following:

  • Write a nine-line poem under the title of: “Who am I & What is My Purpose?”

At first, I thought that this would be a simple prompt because it seemed so straightforward and, well, I must be crazy. Then I realized the obvious complexity of truly identifying ourselves in a small amount of space. I’ve written a 60,000-word memoir on this very topic and even that only touches on one small aspect of my identity: my role as a cancer survivor and my purpose in helping other young adults in overcoming the difficulties of a recent diagnosis. There is so much more that didn’t even fit into the memoir.

Maybe we each need a series of memoirs: one for each stage of our ever-evolving lives. That said, this was another enjoyable prompt and just what I needed after another long week. Thanks to everyone sharing your lovely words. 💗

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