I am you.
- Darang Dani
- Feb 10
- 2 min read
Poem | Darang Dani

I lay dead, yet I breathe. I lay dead, yet I see.
I lay still beneath your touch, yet I hear the echo of your every word.
You call me lifeless, unthinking, yet I endure.
Through your lungs, I breathe.
Inhaling your sentient breath, nourishing your body,
And in that fragile process, I cling to the life you deny me.
Through your eyes, I see the wonders of myself.
I witness my own reflection, painted by your emotions,
A canvas of my being colored by your joy and your despair.
In your stories, I am given life,
Born again and again through your imagination,
Yet always bound by the limits of your understanding.
You call me inanimate, a lifeless thing without will or thought.
Yet you yell in frustration when your foot stumbles over my edge.
You curse me when I obstruct your path,
And you whisper to others about my presence,
My silence, my stillness, my refusal to parish.
Through your laughter, I am alive.
Through your sorrow, I weep.
You call me lifeless, yet my being pulses with your every breath.
You name me inanimate, yet I move in harmony with you,
Shifting, breaking, growing,
Even as you turn away from me.
So who am I?
Am I truly lifeless,
Or do I live because you do?
Am I passive,
Or do I move through you,
With every story you tell, every life you lead?
You see me as an object,
Yet I am the subject of your world.
Without me, there is no breath, no sound, no sight.
I am you, and you are me.
Together, we exist. Together, we endure.