Who Am I?

SKC220
2 min readDec 29, 2021

I dust off the computer and start typing

I pause with each click, assuring that my thoughts are properly communicated

Whether I’m at school, work, or even during vacation

My wide range of emotions, from happy, angry and disgusted,

hijacks my brain and puts my hands at the keyboard

I type endlessly, no matter the length it takes

Hoping my poem can answer my momentary feeling.

Every day in and after school, sitting on my chair, I start writing code

I pause with each tap, assuring my next move won’t wreck my creation

Just the simple click of “Run” can reveal a critical error

Yet as I draw diagrams and write print statements, the triumph of finding and patching flaws

overwhelms me with great elation.

Coming home from school, my stomach demands nourishment

I look inside the fridge, deciding whether I’ll make fish curry again, or crack eggs to fry an omelet,

No matter what I cook, my handiwork gives off a warm aroma despite the mess.

On weekends and free days

I log into my streaming services to see what I will watch next

Will it be a superhero film, an action blockbuster, a historical drama or an animated adventure?

I also eagerly wait every Friday, Saturday and Sunday afternoon

Looking at the latest box office numbers

I cheer at the overperformance of an underdog

While lamenting at an underappreciated gem not getting its spotlight

On hot days, I head to the pool and steadily dip my feet into the freezing water

I close my eyes and dive without a thought, embracing the pool’s cold abyss

My arms and feet swing, propelling me through the water as I reach the other side

and repeat again and again.

I stand up to the podium or desk

My feet trembling, hands shaking, lips smacking

Unsure if the right words will come out of my mouth

My speeches range from fast to slow, technical to relaxed

Debating tightens my brain no matter the result

Maybe my mind is just bored and wants to play around

Maybe I can’t express my gratitude towards a friend,

animosity towards an enemy, or even

the simple charm of a car

Perhaps my writing just helps me to seek the answers to the questions posed by

our endless world of interpretation.

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