I once had no name
I just existed.
I was created.
Unlimited Possibility
Then I was named
"Michael"
An angel
I was to be close to God.
That’s ok.
It fits.
I would want that without my name
At least I think so.
Then came "William"
A middle name
A family name
I was a son
I carried a legacy
A responsibility
Before I took a breath
I had a history
Then One More
This one wasn’t picked.
It’s weight
I was to be "Droege"
I have family
People who have participated in my DNA
Who want to have say
I have to carry this name on
I haven’t yet seen light
Felt cold
Yelled
But I have a job.
Who was I before my name?
When I was just possibility?
Who was I before I was “the pastor’s kid”
Did I have an identity before I was “the kid whose dad died”
“The man of the house”
Who says that to a kid?
Who gives them that kind of name?
I want to remember who I was
Before I had my names
Before I was "nerd"
Before I was "skinny"
Before I was "burnout"
Before I was "abused"
Before I was "pastor"
Before I was "father"
Before I was "husband"
Before I was "disappointment"
I was possibility
I want a new name
I want a name that fits
Drive me to the desert
Let me bury the name tags of my history
Cry with me
Then lets laugh
And dance
Speak no more our names
I’ll just see myself in your eyes
That will be my name
Only we will know.
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