What I am

What I am

I know who I am
Though lost in time
I still remember the self portrait
I drew that day years ago
Amber eyes peering
Through a charcoal body
With skeletal arms
And crippled fingers
I drew it, created it,
Then it reached back
To me, pointed at me
Saying, "you are!"
It hurt me, but it healed me
Though it still hangs above
And around my memory
Every day and every way
It is still who I am
Weakness or strength
I don't know
But its charisma
Is an envelope that embraces
My self
And myself it belongs
I showed it to a friend
When I was feeling close...
His words were,
"I had no idea"
But that is who I am
And though I don't know him
Anymore, he may never forget
That figure that is what I am