breathe

if i was created
as a unique,
one-of-a-kind
individual
with special gifts
and purpose,
why does it feel
like i am
often wearing
a costume?

what am i
ashamed of;
afraid of?

at times,
i wish
that i could
escape
through a
trap door
and find
solace and peace
in an isolated
place.

why am i
gasping;
suffocating?

i need you
to remind me –
breathe life
into me –
so that i can shed
all that i am not
and live
as you
created me
to be.

inspired by a friend
© 2006 Kris E. Lindquist