The Odds Against Me

When they ask me who am I, at times I have no reply. Not because I’m unaware of who I may be, but because I do not want them to simplify what it is to be me.
In trying to understand the core of what I am, I am losing a sense of strength. Weakened because I feel I no longer have a sense of where to go, I’m beginning to realize it is not mine to know.
As I tackle the areas that frighten me, I feel I’ve let go of my security. When your sense of peace has been disrupted, where do you go? When nowhere feels like a home, and all you have left is the unknown, you retract to the places you used to know.
The only answer seems to be, learning to be tolerant of the spaces I may be. Not meaning finding comfortability, but being aware that the highest power is always looking out for me.
I see this world through my looking glass, and every lesson is a task. The perception that is perceived is that most of us are living life so happily and though I try to follow my lead, I interlocked their perception and my dream. While I feel all these odds working against me, I understand it’s not mine to question or an opinion to believe. The truth is in the words, the reflection of what is me.
