Amidst the challenges and trials in life,
Torn between emotional and mental strife,
Having to choose from what’s wrong and what’s right,
Constantly pulled between the physical and spiritual fight.
Closing my eyes in my quest to go within,
Admitting to myself, I am not without sin.
Asking myself " who do you think you are?"
Questioning my ego as I fight my own inner war.
Detaching myself from admirations I have attained,
Recognitions and triumphs, in this lifetime I have gained.
Taming my ego, while humility I embrace,
Attempting to break the superficial gaze.
Segregating myself from the roles that I play,
Exposing the many layers of the persona I lay.
As a mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover,
As an artist, a writer, a teacher, a dancer.
If I remove all my roles, and all that I have become
What else would be left, when all else is done?
Peeling each layer as my self-image is taken,
The physical diminished but the spirit awakens.
All that I have become, and all cards that I have laid,
Now I am reminded, I know they will soon fade.
Suddenly I remember who I am at the core,
I am spirit first, now, and forever more.
The bodies we inhibit are only temporary,
But the spirit within is quite exemplary.
So, every now and then, I detach from it all,
Remember who I am, as spirit's call.
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