Who Am I?

I, the present me, 

Am I the dream I didn't dream 

Or

The one I created consciously? 

My reflection in the mirror

Looks like a total stranger, 

Far less beautiful than 

What I imagine myself to be. 

The look of my image doesn't show

The pain and pleasure I feel inside. 

I look so alien to me. 

No, this is not I. 

I am sometimes quiet, graceful

And poised and ...

Sometimes I am a flamboyant, 

ravishing and dancing dreamer. 

Who am I?

Am I... 

My name? 

My profession? 

My acclaims? Or

The numerous relations 

I am bound in? 

Or, just a being with no entity? 

 I ask others.  

They say I am something different, 

Something special. 

But I feel I am not just that. 

How can I see the real me? 

Maybe I should look for me in my work. 

Yes. 

Now I see. 

I am what I write. 

Very transparent and unique

Ever-changing with multiple shades.

Now I know, 

I am a SOUL,

A soul that is evolving every second.