Who Am I?

By Valentine Melkudi

A question often strikes my mind.

A question valid for your soul and mine.

A question less of a literary quote.

Describing introspection and insecurity both,

Who Am I?

Am I not someone whom you trust blindly?

On bad days, biting your nails, you anxiously always find me.

Am I not your safe house, your very own secret keeper?

Shielding you from your mother, when you were being a troublemaker.

Am I not someone you could go and share everything, whose only conversation brings your spirit back?

When the world turns its back, I stand firm by you no matter good-bad, happy-sad.

Am I Not....?

If I am, then I'd never change, in all the changing times, situations, and uncertainties,

I would stay here forever, in our little sanctuary.

But if I am not then,

Who Am I?

Am I not the comfy shoulder you cry on?

The soothing arms as a panacea you always rely on.

Am I not your night company when you become insomniac?

Listening to you chattering till sunrise with eyestrain but still saying “I'm not sleepy yet.''

Am I not the fireplace you founded when you were lost, and your world was cracked?

Still, using my warmth as a stress buster, just like a bubble wrap.

Am I Not....?

If I am, then I'd never change, in all the changing times, situations, and uncertainties,

I would stay here forever, in our little sanctuary.

But if I am not then,

Who Am I?

By Valentine Melkudi