Self.

This is an old one...

This is me now,

whole and incomplete.

Still wandering in this foreign place.

I am not who I was

and I am not who I am.

I am not who I will be.

I am somewhere in the center,

searching through tangled vines

and pathways crisscrossing ways.

I do not know which way to go,

to be where I should.

I can see my life spread before me,

along the darkened sky.

I can see where I want to be,

but something keeps holding me,

reminding me of my faults

and pushing me away.

Pushing through I am trying,

to reach my oasis.

And be the person I want to be,

complete in life and love.

I don’t want to wander any longer,

I want to settle

and rejoice in the life I am meant for.

This is me now,

wanting something different from what I have.