The Embodiment of All That I Am

Self

The Embodiment of all that I Am

The self,

the embodiment of all that I am,

Seems nothing at first,

A shell, Just a sham.

Then I look towards the future,

At the me that will be,

The me in control,

The self I’m not yet. . .

The self that I pray will be me.

The accomplishments made,

The living I’ve earned,

The Choices I’ve made.

Then I look at the now,

At the me that I am

And realize:

The me of then And now are the same,

And I’ll always be

just

what

I

am.