Soren

 

Soren
1/30/2025
 
I push off the weight of my ancestors who only hold me down.
I toss away the expectations that sway me while I drown.
I scream, “What are the answers to the questions I ask the most?
And why do I flee this knowledge that follows me like a ghost?”
“Who am I?” on my knees I cry, my fists raised to the sky,
“And when did I get so lost? Please just tell me why?
Why must I carry this burden, the sense that I don’t belong?
How did I lose myself and how could it go so wrong?”
But no answers am I given, and this I cannot take,
It is time to find the truth myself because truth will no longer wait.
 
So, I cast off this mantle you forced on me, this guise I was made to hold,
To toss away this unfair burden forcing me into this mold.
It is time to find the self I hid, the me I left behind,
The person who I really am is to no longer be denied.
“This is me!” I scream it out to you, “I care not if you agree,
The person I am I need to find, so this I do decree,
Accept it or not! I care not which. But if you want me ‘round
You must respect the new me, for ‘myself’ is no longer bound
By the expectations of ancestors long buried in the ground,
Because the ones who care the most will stay, of this I’ve found.”
 
This is the new me,
The person I’ll be,
Though inside the same,
I scream my new name,
It is time for me to break free.
                                                            “Soren!”