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Standing On the Stories of Who I Am
A child sitting on the front step
Watching the world go by.
Or on a trip to visit the farm
Where grandma, grandpa, and the
Aunts, uncles and cousins live.
A teenager walking the school hallways
Trying to disappear into the background,
Losing herself amid the chaos and noise.
Daydreaming the hours away through
Class, after class, after class.
A young woman, her first job in a donut shop.
The second in the university cafeteria,
Followed by a string of boredom.
None exciting or stimulating.
Simply a way to pay the bills.
When dating became unbearable
It was time to walk away.
The universe literally smirked in response.
Everything shifted in a moment.
The solitary life envisioned was not meant to be.
Marriage, children, a foreign country,
Camping, driving, crying, laughing.
Every day offering a promise - try me!
Each filled to the brim with exploits.
Often repeats, but some surprises.
The gift of writing appeared out of thin air.
It answered the question, "Who am I?"
Soul expanding, passion filling,
A perfect match for the raw yearning inside.
Words flowed joyfully out into the cosmos.
I pause to reminisce on times past.
Who I am now, every thought, every action,
Every atom of my inner being,
Was magically born over time.
A mosaic created from every second lived.
Each moment influenced me,
All manner of adventures molded me.
Experiences directed me and defined me.
My soul is content. I am simply
Standing on the stories of who I am.
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