I am me.

I am myself.

I am more than the work I commit to. More than the actions that I perform or refrain from.

I am me and there is none like me.

I am my love and passion. My disinterest and whimsy.

I am my interests and my failures. My successes and my accomplishments.

I am my triumphs and my heart aches. I am disappointments and happy surprises.

Yet, I am more…for when these cease to be I will remain.

I remain.

I am my face.

I am brown hair, brown eyes, and caucasian.

I am smaller than some and larger than others. I am average by some’s perception, yet distinct.

I am different. Ever changing.

I am not what I once was, but I am still me.

I am growing, developing, changing, failing and falling, hurting, and hoping.

I am succeeding, stumbling, helping and hurting, leading and following.

I am a dreamer, a believer, a thinker, a reader, a writer, a learner, a builder, an adventurer, and a poet.

Yet, I am more than the words I write, the thoughts I think, and the sum of the aches, dreams, and longings I hold. When these fade or are only words crumpled in the trash, I will remain.

I am me.

I am myself.

I am my face…not my name.

I am more.

More than I seem.

Still more.

Always more.