Be

Sum.
Je suis.
Yo soy.
I am.
I
completely,
wholeheartedly
exist
somewhere,
here or there,
or maybe nowhere
but in myself.
I am who I am.
I am me,
not you,
not him or her or they
or we.
And this
is all
that I truly know.
I ponder this act,
my be-ing,
my life
encased in verbage,
ceaselessly,
whether openly
or in subconscious,
every millisecond of every minute,
through the darkness of every day
falling and rising like the tides.
I have no choice.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
words may burn and sting me,
no matter what you try to do,
I will always be
until eternity...

But when the body leaves,
does the mind go too?