Who am I?

when the world has been stripped away,

when the external things

have been removed

and I'm faced with the emptiness of myself


Who am I?

when the things I once took pride in are shaken

when the norm becomes flipped on its head

do I still see their value?


Who am I ?

outside of the noise, the chaos, the busyness of life, 

that covered things within our selves, 

now with nothing to hide behind

am I still happy with who I am?



Photo by Iulia Mihailov on Unsplash

Words by Emma Jane Catchpole

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