On the outside this is what they see.
The object they want me to be.
Given a name to label, to call.
What's in a name that makes them think they know me.
A name's just letters formed into sounds that if their lucky, when called makes someone turn around.
The name given, not one chosen.
A chain to tie me to the people who inadvertently created me.
A life made is not indicative of the person one grows to be.
The trials, the overcoming; that's what makes me me.
Like a heart beat without rhythm, a song that has no meaning.
A name is nothing if not acknowledged.
A name is a label, a brand, not one stamped on our hand but on our soul.
Does a number rule ones life, does it say who they are?
Does it speak of their struggles, their strife?
Torment linked to words.
A name wielded like deadly swords.
A wounded heart Leads right back to the start.
Two peoples sins caused this life.
Unwilling
Innocent
Does no one have a say?
This life takes away our freedom away.
It all starts with a single name.
YOU ARE READING
A Name
Poetryis a name something we are gifted with or is it something that is used as a label, something that we yet again have no say in.
