I was writing a poem a day,
sometimes two. It constituted
evidence that I was alive.
For some people,
mere breathing
does not do that.
Even 'I think...' is not enough.
Their credo's 'I create,
therefore I am.'
I was daily proving
my existence to myself
with a poem, but
I did not feel alive
most of the rest of the time.
And so I began to dive
in search of an 'I Am'
to rest in. I sought the flow
from which the world was born.
My pen dropped
into its pool of Silence.
I haven't found it yet.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recent-history/
