I am an infinite essence, not a face nor a body,
I am not a nationality nor a religion,
I am not a temper nor a character,
I am not my long blond hair nor my skin’s colour.
I am not the scars etched on my soul,
Nor the joy that dances in the light,
I am not the silence of stories untold,
Or the shadows that stretch in the night.
I am not the title upon my name,
Nor the career I chase in the fray,
I am not the victories or the shame,
Or the words I’ve spoken that led me astray.
I am not the eyes that gaze at the sky,
Nor the hands that reach for the stars,
I am not the dreams that flutter and fly,
Or the burdens that cling like invisible bars.
I am not the laughter that spills from my lips,
Nor the tears that carve rivers on my cheeks,
I am not the journey of countless trips,
Or the wisdom in silence when no one speaks.
I am not the colours that paint my mind,
Nor the paths that I’ve wandered alone,
I am not the future I hope to find,
Or the echoes of a heart turned to stone.
I am not defined nor definable,
I am an infinite essence, like the universe,
A fabric stitched, forever bold,
Each thread is a story, a cosmic verse.
I am the multifaceted gem in the light,
Reflecting hues of joy and despair,
A mosaic of shadows, both dark and bright,
Embracing each layer with the boldness to dare.
I am the chains of the past that bind,
However, I rise, unshackled, to embrace the new,
In every facet, my essence is defined,
A symphony of being, forever true.
I am the whisper in the depths of the night,
The pulse of the earth beneath the grounds,
I am the spark that ignites the fight,
The heartbeat of dreams, raw and sweet.
I am the uniqueness that flows like a stream,
Unbound by the labels that people assign,
I am the flicker of hope, a fragile dream,
A quilt of tales, uniquely mine.
I am the silence that lingers, a tranquil embrace,
The truth that transcends all the ways that divide,
I am not a single reflection but a multifaceted blaze,
In the vastness of being, I choose to abide.
Esther Elizabeth Racah