I Am Whatever You Want Me To Be

I sliced the sun into two

And looted shimmering bars of gold

Which lined her womb, 

Her beloved broods I stole. 


I plucked the sturdiest mountains, 

The choicest adornments on the face of the globe. 

All it took were my hands, raw and unrestrained, 

Their maimed rubbles now abuse those they adore.


I remember the sea that like Moses I parted

And the ocean floor I made my way through.

Only this time I was uninvited, unwelcomed, unwanted.

By a vile sense of power I was seduced.


And how can I forget the verdant pastures I lathered

In malaises, miseries and atrocities abundant,

That from Pandora's jar I gathered? 

Such are the triumphs I love to flaunt.


More often than not,

I leave behind crumbs of hope.

Each crumb no bigger than a dot,

Glazed in honey from the finest honeycombs. 


I am nature, I am human, 

I am fate, I am destiny, 

I am God, I am Satan,

I am whatever you want me to be. 






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Shifa Maqba

Mon 29th Jun 2020 14:42

We often help others to get through things that we can't get through, forgetting the importance of our well-being, something we owe to our bodies, minds and souls.
Thanks for sharing such a sound advice, Nicola! Your wise words are greatly appreciated.

Nicola Beckett

Sun 28th Jun 2020 22:26

My only advice, your heart and soul are yours
And yours alone x too often in my life I've tried to help others and it left me alone

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Shifa Maqba

Thu 21st May 2020 10:36

Thank you so much, MortimerBlooming and Abdul for wonderful feedback and kind words! 😃

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Abdul Ahmad

Tue 19th May 2020 19:58


Enjoyed reading this poem.

Crumbs of hope are life sustaining. Without hope all is lost.

Thank you for sharing it on Wol.



Tue 19th May 2020 15:51

At the end of the day the greatest question that can be asked is who are you?

To which a philosopher can fill volumes and volumes of doctrines.

A poet can write hundreds of verses

But god needed 5 words " I am what I am."

A truly wonderful poem,

One which resonates so closely to a poem I wrote a few months ago, it is almost uncanny.

Absolutely loved it!

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