#IAmWhoIAm – Tamara, really

A life, in sum

You are not your memories, although
They tell a story of your life and deeds
Time has traveled with you. You have
Traveled through time. Before and after
Then and now mean less than they once
Did. Time jumbles and connects, past 
And present colliding. In time, it's all
One. Your memories will not define you.

Damned, Amen!

Not believing in heaven nor hell
I am the one who comforts and
Consoles. Fear of eternal [mind
You] damnation does not stir in
My mind or heart. You have to 
Believe to care about that. And to
Fear it as she did. Worry for my
Soul upset this dear sweet little
Innocent. I say religion be damned.
It separates and offers damn near
Nothing in return. Threats or lies
That unbind the ties we made,
That undermine love, friendship.
Damn near nothing in return to
Feed the soul or heal the spirit.
There should be comfort in belief.
It should refresh and bolster us,
Not damn us to such trepidations.
Trauma and fear do not console.

Dawdle

If it's dawdling in plain sight
Then I am trained for it. Not 
Just trained but training. My
Skills are in moving. Slowly. 
Or you might say deliberately 
Across the tableaux that are
Your games. I know the rules.
I can ignore them or play upon
Them. My effort is well worth
It. You have met your match.