To Be Me

I own it all
All that I need
To be me

Like the gloves on my bones -
My skin.
And inside,
It seems as though -
Flesh.

But what about
The intangible?
The elements I own
To be me?

Where are they?
Where do they reside?
That in everything I do
I use them,
And put them back.

But if you ask me
How do I tell you
Who I am?

What makes me?
My identity?
What words could possibly answer
Such intangible
Elements?

I don't know
How to say it
Or show it
But--I own it.

All that I need
To be me.