Who Am I

Confusion is bewildering
Who am I? A wanton girl
Playing alone on the rusted swings
Dirt all in her tangled curls

Growth is necessary
Who am I? A woman? No.
A crying child still trapped within
Soaked in tears and paper thin

Identity is transient
Who am I? No one yet
Older than dust with ears still wet
Too old to remember, too empty to forget

Faith is ever waning
Where are you? strange voice in the wind
Tell me where the labyrinth ends
I froze in fear where it begins