A Thousand Versions Of Me' by Barner Keisham Poem by Barner (Warner/Raju) Keisham

A Thousand Versions Of Me' by Barner Keisham

A Thousand Versions of Me'
by Barner Keisham

I am Barner Keisham.
I know I am different persons to everyone I meet.
To some, I am quiet—
A whisper in the wind.
To others, I never stop talking—
A river of words that never rests.

Some remember me for my kindness,
Others, for the moment I walked away.
I am a villain in someone's story,
A hero in another's.
And to most,
Just a passing thought—
A name they once knew.

I do not exist as one person,
But as countless versions of myself,
Shaped by fleeting moments
And personal perceptions.
And here's what unsettles me—
I will never truly know myself
The way others do.
I will never hear my own laughter
The way someone else does.

I will never see
How my absence lingers
In a room I used to fill.
To myself, I am just "I am."
But in reality,
I am a thousand different stories,
None of which I ever get to read.

Yet I know this:
I am what I think,
Not what others think.
And truly,
I am good and honest,
I am full of glee.
A soul of love, a light to be—
Forever Barner. Forever me.

Thank you.

11-10-2025 14: 09: 59



'A Thousand Tales of Me'
by Barner Keisham

I am Barner, bold yet blurred,
A name that's known, a voice unheard.
To some, I'm silent—soft and shy,
To others, chatter clouds the sky.

Some see kindness in my care,
Others recall when I wasn't there.
A villain cast in someone's pain,
A hero hailed in hope's refrain.

And most? A fleeting face, a name—
A whisper lost in memory's flame.
I'm not one soul, one steady stream,
But shifting shades in someone's dream.

Moments mold me, minds define,
Perceptions paint this life of mine.
And here's the haunting, hidden truth:
I'll never know my laughing youth

The way another hears my glee,
Or how my absence aches silently.
To me, I'm simply "I just am, "
A quiet thought, a gentle jam.

But truth be told, I'm tales untold—
A thousand stories, brave and bold.
I'll never read the roles I play
In hearts I touched then walked away.

Yet still I stand, sincere and free—
Good, and honest, full of glee.
A soul of love, a light to be—
Forever Barner. Forever me.

11-10-2025 14: 09: 59

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