Becoming Who I Am: A Poem
When I was still too young as to reason and think
I was pressured to decide what I would become
but "chain is only as strong as its weakest link"'
So I stayed a bohemian and a thinking bum.
It's not my wisdom teeth chewing on ancient quest
but shadow of a muse cast by light of a guiding star
making me search for what's there hidden and best
with my eyes and my mind open wide, never just ajar.
My process of becoming, if there has been any
resembling much more like coming back home
after journeys in illusions that used to be many
pinning one label to every pause of that roam.
Whatever I tried to attach to my already being
drew me away from truth begging for a return
asking me incessantly from what I was fleeing
for nothing of my truth was out there to learn.
Now feeling at home in my own and only skin
I am playful with my tools for creating my days
not in a playpen of life but in games easy to win
and fashioning my reality in my own chosen ways.