WHO AM I

Days pass by and I sit wondering, Why am I? Who am I? Almost like a prisoner I sit in a room, Painted all in white, Where all I have only four walls to see me. And ask why am I? I get no answer, I ask why am I? Like a baby who cuddles ,beside the Mother for shelter I try to grasp somebody, Neither have I anyone to lean on to, To grasp someone............. And the walls say, THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE .......... AN INDIVIDUAL YOU WILL BE LIKE AN OAK YOU WILL STAND LIKE AN OAK. YOU WILL SURVIVE AS AN OAK Yet I feel the sense of something enveloping me I HEAR A WHISPER " YOU ARE NOT ALONE"