I think “ I am”
"Now and Here"
Yet, "Is it only an illusion?"
Is my lurking fear.
There are times when I'm sure
That tangible as an oak,
I stand Independent and self sufficient
Without requiring a helping hand.
At other times I feel like
A clinging vine, a paper boat,
A helpless non entity,
Not given a choice or a vote.
Now motivated and focused
So sure and strong.
Now weak and vulnerable,
So confused and wavering.
Do I have power in my hands
To steer life my way
With directions and goals
And opinions and a say?
Am I blowing in the gale
Or surfing on the tide
Or just passing through wondering
Who is powering this ride?
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