I have to wonder who I am
While cleaning the hairbrush in my hand
Taking the broken strands away
Is it still a part of me or DNA?
I feel right now the way I was
When I woke this morning. Yet because
Something has been pulled away from me.
Am I still myself, or am I free?
So I must cling to belief in soul
Because the days and nights will come and roll.
Then someday when I lie upon the hill,
I will have a going on. If the Creator will.
r james sterzinger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-the-creator-will/
