How does one define oneself?
“Who am I?” is not a simple question.
Am I the little girl in my memory,
the one damaged by human hands,
forced to grow up too soon?
Am I the lonely and insecure teen,
just wanting to be accepted,
only to be teased and shunned?
Am I the hopeful young woman,
trying to find her place in the world,
only to find that nothing seemed to fit?
Am I the hurting, estranged mother,
searching for truth and meaning
in the abundant silence left by her child?
Or am I the middle-aged woman I am today,
finally learning to accept herself,
realizing she has worth after all?
In reality, I am all these individuals,
each adding to the person I have become.
So what is the definition of me?
I am human, and I am ever-changing.
The rest is up to me.
© Sarah S.