Seti Ridley/Poem

Who am I?

The question I never want to ask 

For fear of the answer 

For fear of an answer that isn't "me" 

I am 

''A son - a model servant? A singer, performer ''

A magician, a Navitian dog, filthy nomad of the north 

An angel, maybe 

An angel in love with a star-eyed fairy 

I am 

My mother, perhaps 

A goddess of wind and freedom and choice (except for me) 

It's hard to tell if I've ever been me 

Or if I've always been her, 

And just didn't know it until now 

''I hope not. Lady Diadra, you know I can't... I...''