EVA

These questions we ask our selves , lable an convict

to crimes explicit of ourselves.

They hold us accountable to physicality and words that are empty to the ears, and full to the hearts by whom they are answered.

In actuality, I am a person. the same.

But so unlike any other, yet a carbon copy of society.

Filled with sympathy , empathy and by things held in propriety. 

I am unknown to the world, but filed in systems and displayed in a human form.

Bound to both excel an conform.

The soul is translucent, look and see straight through; but glance and nothing is there. 

I am odd in physique , with a pale fragility, and distant icy eyes of foggy blue.

though most critique my amber red length, that is flown by few and rare...

I am distinct, of my own nationality,creation; inside and out.

weather, my spots are from the kissing sun ,or

the unique display that covers the canvas of the outer realm.

"that is our world."

My hands , are like your hands and have made many beautiful things, and found delight in works of their's.

My heart is as yours, beating since the hour I was formed, with rips an tears, and all the things the heart may bare.

The only one to be made at that hour, in that instant on that day.

Born in a particular array of sunlight and time.

There is no other ,that I am: nor am I any other.

I stand in the day. I am like light.

 I touch all that is around me , and am gone in a blink.

My existence is written deep in my blood, as the ink.

For which, my declaration was signed.

confined am I, by skin and flesh.

Contained I am in a vessel of my own, all my own.  

Mortal am I , as you are;  therefore so am I.

If you should suffer, so shall I.

Live and I will thrive and strive to reach the stars and constellations above.

Reach will I, the notations of love.

Hope will I find , if you do too.

Strong I am, if you are my rock.

I will reap and rue the days I have now.

The seeds I sewn and the doors I have locked, myself.

I know what I am, you do too.

I am what you are.

But ask who I am, and you will hear no words.

For words are deaf to the sounds my soul makes ,and blind to pictures it paints.

Know me, seek me out with thy heart and soul, and I will seek you.

Then , you shall know who I am an I shall know you.

Under a tree we will sit, I knowing you and you knowing me.