Somedays
by Anju Mathew, India
Some days I just want to be me
Some days I never know what that may be.
Stranger to my own thoughts and deeds
Spectator to participant it eventually leads.
Sabotaged by emotions and impulses
Savant turned by the same senses.
Stunned by the words I sometimes utter
Sound nothing like me-for worse or better
Steadfast in my soliloquy
Staggering in my reality
Some days I just feel like me
Some days I love whatever that may be.