I see my refelction in the mirror, and wonder:
Who am I?
Am I the “you,” the world sees me as,
Or am I the “me,” I work hard to be.
Perhaps the answer is as always –
A mix of this and that,
an amalgamation of pieces consistently rearranging –
to create the shape of me .
If “continuously evolving” is my status,
And “in progress” is okay –
Then perhaps I can find peace,
when at times I catch my reflection –
But fail to find me.
It should be reassuring,
Knowing the I am is transient .
Yet I find myself longing,
For a version of myself that accurately reflects:
This is who I am.