Who Are You?

today
i look within me
for a patch of pain that isn't there
a nonexistent little spot
which was, sometime back, a disease
that had afflicted my entire being

there are no shortcuts
they say
no easy way
out of the quicksand

if so, then
who are you?

are you the sunshine that lights up the cobwebs
in the attic of my tower of stone
perched precariously above a raging ocean?

or are you the wisp of ivory breath
that takes flight
on a moonlit january night
when i say hello

i think you are a handkerchief

one that someday shall be dug out of my grave
when i am a part of everything.