Many names I have carried,

sometimes in burden, often

in indifference, hatred, spoken

in anger and the eye soaked

in blood, a few times my name

has, surprisingly, carried warmth, pride,

the feeling of recognition and despite

it all, one in which I cling to,

finger nails clawing at the driven old by time rocks

and smashed by heaving water,

I retain my name, e, simple, easy to remember,

My promise to myself

when I hear it that I shall live-up

to all honour I believe, I hope, I possess,