Gladio Fortior(Poetry Collection)

Who am I

At the very beginning, even before the time,

When the time itself didn't exist,

The minuscule particle, smaller than that of an atom,

Exploded and everything began to exist.

At first, there was nothing but the plasma of ionized gas,

And then the stars were born,

And from their ashes, 

The world as we know was born.

I am the sibling of the planets.

I am the relative of the comets.

I am the descendent of the stars,

And I am the daughter of the universe, the daughter of the cosmos.

I am somebody who matters,

Without me, the world would shatter!

I am the part of this unimaginably massive cosmos,

My existence gives meaning to this cosmos.

At the very beginning, even before the time,

When the time itself didn't exist,

The minuscule particle, smaller than that of an atom,

Exploded and everything began to exist.

At first, there was nothing but the plasma of ionized gas,

And then the stars were born,

And from their ashes, 

The world as we know was born.

I was born as well, along with the others,

With more than millions of the species

And thousands of solar systems in my galaxy,

With thousands of comets and billions of stars

And infinite universes all with different laws.

I am nobody that matters,

Without me, the world won't shatter.

I am part of this massive cosmos,

But my existence alone won't give meaning to the cosmos.

Then who am I?

A minuscule nobody or the daughter of the universe?

Somebody whose existence gives the universe it's meaning?

Or someone whose absence won't stop the universe from expanding?

Maybe I am both.

Maybe I am both the minuscule nobody and the daughter of the universe.

Somebody whose existence gives the universe meaning

and at the same time, someone whose existence does not.

Who am I? The answer is simple, really!

I am me.

I am.