I am but one among many who cast a dark reflection of a <br /> self prophetic journey. Passing day to night existing until <br /> the next dawn without fully understanding what <br /> destination I am drawn toward. Plan for the future they <br /> say, but it is the future that plans for me. <br /> <br /> With no control within my grasp, I am left but to wonder <br /> the days away and just be what I am, for I was sculpted <br /> each day by what the past has made of me, and <br /> tomorrow awaits with a design of it’s own for what I <br /> will be. <br /> <br /> I am guided by ghosts of the past and choked by fears <br /> of the future which render me at my own mercy for <br /> self preservation. Pray they say and it shall be given, <br /> but the answers have their own agenda for I no not <br /> what to ask for myself, so it will be destined for me. <br /> All in all I am but one among many. All in all I am <br /> but what I am.<br /><br />Pam Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-but-one/
