Whom

For so long, I have suppressed in the name of being driven.
Always striving for more, more, more.
It doesn’t matter what you feel, it only matters what you do.
Or so I thought.

But now,
Now that I am farther along on this journey,
Without success but with more room to breathe,
I notice this being that I have carried with me silently along the way.

Who is she?
What does she like?
What does she think?
What is she feeling?
What are the things that make her soul sing and her heart flutter and her mind race?

And who is this person that I thought I was,
Or that I never was, but was constantly striving to become.

Who is she?
What does she like?
What does she think?
What is she feeling?
And is she even real enough to be, think, and feel?

Or have I been living as a fiction?

What is real?
Who is real?

When I explore “her”, who is the “I” that is exploring?
Who is exploring whom?
Or is it actually whom exploring who?

Who whom wants to become.
What whom feels.
Who whom is.

I am whom.
But whom am I?