I was searching for myself,
thinking of my roles:
wrote two dozens of them
on small pieces of paper.
Then I began to search for my core.
I could easily throw away
a number of roles:
away with the fighter,
that of eldest son was gone
and so was the adventurer.
I continued until I had only four:
one to care for others,
one cared for,
a friend
and a forgiver.
This was my essence - I thought.
Then I started stripping off
the remaining roles one by one,
crying as I removed three of them.
Only one remained:
that of a forgiver.
