Who Am I, Really?

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  A wood carver or sculptor will say that
       they see what is inside of the wood and stone -
       it just needs to be released.
  We are the marble -
       the rough times in life are the hammer and chisel.
       and, the smooth days are the sandpaper.
  It may take years - but shape forms.
  We are given the material, the tools and a vision -
       it is up to us to proceed with careful intention
       or careless destruction.
  My past is the basis of who I have become,
       but it is not all I am or will grow to be.

 

As a child I played at being each of the people in my life,
played at being everything I could imagine.

As a teen, I was not hip - I wanted to be,
but I didn't want to be either.

At 20 I married and tried to be all he wanted me to be...
and lost myself in the process.

At 30 I divorced, and started my journey of self-discovery....
I'm still on it.

By my 40th year I had found my strengths, knew my weaknesses,
realized a few dreams, and became me for the first time.

Now, in my 50th year... I look back at the past and try to envision me
without all that has been, and I cannot.

I am happy with my life,
but the desire to be more will always be with me.

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This is only the beginning of these pages... I'm certain they will evolve and grow as I do.

Thank you for stopping by and visiting.



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