No One

This was a maternity leave gift for my humanities teacher.

It's kind of personal, since I wrote the words myself, but I liked it.

Don't look at her hands, I can't draw human (or otherwise) hands.

If you can't read it, here is what the words say:

No one knows my name, for I don't have one.
No one knows my face, for none have ever seen it.
No one knows where I am, for they don't know where to look.
No one knows what I have done, for no one was there to see.
No one knows where I came from, for it is not on any map.
Some have never seen me, some never will.
Some have seen me as a ruler of worlds.
Some have seen me as simply a friend.
To others I might be a whisper on the wind, or an echo in a cave.
Some will not recognize me, some will not even see me.
Wether you realize it or not, I am always there.
I am a singer of songs, a lighter of fires, a tamer of beasts.
I might be your friend, I might be your enemy.
I know not what you will do, but I will never waver.
I am a guide to the lost, a healer of the wounded.
With me you will not feel pain, but not always will it be pleasant.
I was there when it started, and I will be there when it ends.


Now think hard about what this says to you, and try to guess who you think I am talking about.