A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about identity.




October 13, 1988

I was born
An ordinary mortal.
I was born
With ordinary powers.

I was born
A simple person.
So then why
Have I changed?

I am still
An ordinary person.
I still have
Ordinary powers.

I want to be
A simple person.
But my life
Has become complex.

I was born
With a capacity for loving.
I was born
With an ability to care.

I was born
With a sense for other people.
My inborn powers
Manifest strangely.

I have used
My capacity to love.
I have used
My ability to care.

I have sensed
All manner of people.
I have personal power
Which I cannot lose.

I have power
In my heart.
I have power
In my soul.

I have power
That is not mystic.
I am happy
Being me.


© 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..