I Am

And suddenly, it hit dead center of the abdomen...
What is this,
Always so unexpected and wholesomely,
Discomforting,
As if,
There was energy running through me from somewhere foreign,
Somewhere far from sight,
Far from touch,
And yet it strikes without mercy within.

What has occurred today,
Is merely a precursor
For what is in store.
I am uncertain of how to continue,
If this be my only issue,
I may be content with it.

I don't know how else to explain,
The emotions I feel without my own permission.

I am too closed off to figure out this trick,
I am my own boundary in moments,
Too dismissive at times, I confess.

Finally coming to the conclusion that this is truly who I am.
A vessel for all,
How I may feel a chill run through
Just by merely hearing of an experience.
Astounds and stuns me totally.

This all sounds familiar for a reason.
So that I may acknowledge what I am
And what I am here to do.
Took long enough to discover,
I was not a slave to relapse,
But merely,
A keeper of plagues,
In order to reflect.
A destroyer of dishonesty,
In efforts to eliminate confusion.
Aware and dismayed,
Joyous and timid,
Redistributed at whatever cost.