I am that poor girl

whose waning hope

gave birth to passion

Or perhaps I am a pupeteer

with a marionette by the name of

"Semantics" 

Some days I am the crisp morning drizzle

drenched in ingenuity

and others I am my own reminder of a vacuous oblivion

I am bits and pieces

of lovers and lessons learned

of family and strangers

I am every yes and no

and every starbound dream that hit its mark

and even those

that still reside in space

I am the result of the big bang

a particular assembly of molecules

specific only to me

I am an enigma