I am me.

My past seems so distant,
a mere foggy memory, 
yet forever intertwined with the new,
each encircling upon the other.

The new replaces the old
and I grow from that.
But sometimes, the old
eats away at the new too.

Flawed.
Imperfect.
Learning.
Growing.

Not just wishing,
but doing what I wish for.
I won’t be a spectator
of my life. Time is short.

Society won’t constrain me
in my thoughts or actions.
That can be scary,
but so very empowering.

Sometimes life is dizzying,
I stumble and fall.
Balance is hard to find.
Trying.

I’m not who I was,
nor who I will be.
I am who I am
right now.

I am me.