Who Am I?

by Zahra Berama

I nurture gardens of bonsai homegrown from emotional soil.  Where the trees leaves perspire like injections of externalized pain.
An agricultural architect: I grow homes from the bottom of my heart…

And then sell them to my left-handed pen.

I build truths you will never  understand.
Erected from grains of maniacal sand, my truths cannot withstand even the softest of winds during the harshest of times.

A transient medium: I am the evolving daughter of Adam, created from the flesh of the evolving son of Adam.
My being is a figment of my forefathers’ destiny.

I am the stepping stone made from hope to the freedom my predecessors fought long and hard for.
The kind of freedom that will loom long after its advocates have passed their baton…

And let life run its course.

I am the cycle of love and lust that builds bonds just to break them down again.

I am the bitter taste of regret smothered in a sweet coat of contentment…

I am the delectable heart overcoming resentment.

I am the mirror that reflects in retrospect,
the reflection that opposes reality, and the glass framed with bittersweet memories.

I am the stringent codes of conduct, written on an edifice of rebellion, that determine my own level of morality.

I am the perfectionist riddled with imperfections, that unfold as life serves its duty.

I am the voiceless tenor with the melody to match
The illegible love letter with my heartstrings attached

Because I  am my servent and my master in one,
I am change.
And In time, I  shall come.