Who I am

By joe devoy

On a train heading south

Inspired by a conversation with Jasmine Grimm



And she asked me

Why is it possible

So thinking for a while

I said, why not


Born pure

Open soul

Open mind

Open heart


Raised open

Something questioned

Something laughed at

Something ignored


Growing up

An easy road

Everyone a cynic

And the tickles of fear


What will they think

What will they do

What if I fail

Maybe not so


Growing older

Glimpses of youth

Coming around

Feeling easy


No more fear

All possible

All probable

None necessary


Who I am

Yes I am

What I will do

I will do


What I know

I know nothing

What I dream

I dream true