I am almost who I fully am.
I am not All of Me as of yet
I still have a long way to go
but I am much closer to my destination than I once was.
While on my long traveled road to Who I Am
I have lost bits of Me, but I have gained even more
of The Me I Will Be.
There is mourning for the Me that I have lost
but a vigorously anticipated awareness for the Me that I will become.
The Me that I lost was still in formation
and was maybe not lost
but rather transformed into a rough, partially formed clay
to would be molded by others
Those that were close
would Mold Me the most
That would wipe away past forms and irrevocably shape Me
That would add bit and pieces of the Clay that is Me
Those that would take away the Bad, Hardened Clay
To Smooth out my Edges, and make Me Soft
And those that would add Firm, Solid pieces of Clay
To make Me Strong and Unbreakable
The Me that Will Be is still to be
Molded, Shaped, and Formed
I am Art in Progress; critiqued and judged by All
But The Main Critic is and Will always Be Me
Who’s humble opinion is that this Me is Not fully Me
but I am almost The Me that I Will Be