Poem: Who Am I?

I saw my own power in Martin Luther King,
And I hid from it.

I saw my deep love in the royal wedding,
And I turned my face away from it.

I saw my heart in Mother Teresa,
And I shut off from it.

I saw my innate ability to heal in Edgar Cayce,
And out of respect, I shrunk from it.

And the world of love and peace that I could have created…


As I ran away from my own greatness.

I wrote this poem after spending a few days at Edgar Cayce’s Edgar Cayce Institute/Association of Research and Enlightenment. I kept feeling that the people who ran the Institute had such admiration for Edgar Cayce, that out of respect they were not even trying to be medically or socially intuitive. I kept thinking that was a terrible loss. How many people could have been cured of their illnesses if people allowed themselves to be as intuitive as Edgar Cayce. And thus this poem is born.

About Amy Marschak

I have been writing since I was little and found myself bored but yet still trapped in a classroom. So instead of staring out the windows at school, I would write poetry in the margins of all of my school notes. And in this way I could pass the time without having to listen to the teacher when they were being boring or depressing. A few of these poems are in my first book “Poetry for All Those Breathing” which is now in its Seventh Printing. Poetry has always been a way for me to be heard by my family. If I would simply state how I felt, I would frequently be ignored but if I wrote it as a poem, what I had to say would be listened to. Sometimes my parents would even cry when they heard my poetry.