Who am I?

Since I moved out of my former apartment after only a short while, I had to find something else before my father’s house had to be put up for sale.  Lucky for me, there is this guy at work who just so happened to have a one bedroom cabin on his property that he is willing to rent to me. I went to look at it and when I arrived and got out of the vehicle, the first thing I said to him is “This is a paradise!”  I love nature and love being in nature…and in a rural area…I don’t like city life, as I might have mentioned before. I don’t know how people function with all the distractions and noise. Anyway, he had trails all through the woods. A great place to find a sit spot and observe nature I thought.  I looked at the cabin too since that was the purpose for my visit.  It was a rustic cabin that look like something straight out of the movies.  The area is quiet and I absolutely love the place.

It is so perfect for me that I am waiting for something to go wrong before I move in on October the 1st.  Or even for something to happen and not be able to rent the place. Maybe I think I don’t deserve it and that is why I am being so negative about it.  That all I deserve is some crummy apartment in a noisy city. Maybe I am just always thinking I should not get my hopes up. That sometimes good things happen to people but I am not usually one of those people.  

Stay positive, I tell myself.  Everything will work out.

In other news, I went to see my therapist yesterday.  The question I am to consider is: “Who am I when I am not wearing a mask?”  Hmmm, that is a really tough question. Seems like I am always wearing a mask.  I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have them. And someday not wearing one of them seems scary.  I don’t know who I am without them. Maybe I am nothing. Surely I do not wear them when I am alone.  But who am I then?

-Shadow

To be a tree

My back against a tree

as my mind aimlessly wanders

Til at last

I begin to ponder.

Oh how I love

how the wind caresses my skin

and how it swirls

The leaves into a spin.

What does the tree think

of this silent whisper?

Of the whipping air

when it grows crisper?

I wonder about

the life of a tree

who never speaks

nor have eyes to see.

Yet they all

have a story to tell

wrapped up inside

its strong bark shell.

View their branches

and ponder their shape

look at the vine

of which the trunk cannot escape.

See their leaves

their various shape and color

Consider its life

does it know dolor?

I wonder what it’s like

to be a tree

I wonder what it’s like

To just be.

© Shadow