Yes

Who am I?

A difficult question to answer

Sometimes I am everyone

Sometimes I am no one.

Sometimes I am

not a person

at all.

Sometimes I am a thick forest,

glistening with raindrop-colored leaves

Sometimes I am Medusa,

the ugliest creature in the world.

Sometimes I am Rudolph

The Red Nosed Reindeer

Sometimes I am nothing more

than a scattering of childhood insults.

Sometimes I am a friend. Sometimes I am an enemy.

Sometimes I am a man, sometimes a woman.

Sometimes a little bit of both, or a lot of neither.

Sometimes I am a

speck

of

wind.

blowing my own identity away.

Sometimes I am a weary old man

Sometimes a newborn.

Sometimes a highschooler,

Sometimes I am not

human

at all.

Sometimes I am a question mark.

Sometimes a period.

Sometimes an exclamation point

and sometimes I am a semicolon.

Sometimes, though,

I am just a capiTal letter

in the wrong place.

Mostly, I am just a breath of desert,

fiery and unforgiving

ready to kill you with grains of glass sand.

In a word,

I am

YES.