A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about identity.




October 11, 1988

The day I was born
Must have been blessed -
Or perhaps cursed -
For look at me.

The day I was born
Must have been magic -
And psychic -
For look at me.

The sun must have shone,
And the moon must have glowed,
And the stars must have sparkled,
For look at me.

There must have been darkness,
And there must have been shadows,
And there must have been stormclouds,
For look at me.

I am light, and darkness;
I am goodness, and evil;
I am mind, and soul;
So look at me.

I am small in my greatness;
I am weak in my strength;
I am one in many;
So look at me.

Am I so much?
Have I power?
Look at me,
And tell me who I am.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, identity, self awareness

My Youngish Adult Poetry


Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..