Who am I?
Can I sum myself up in the name of a color or a favorite band?
If I tell you what books I like to read or trails I like to hike will you really know me any better?
Am I my brain? Am I my beauty?
Am I my anxiety or unfettered happiness?
Am I all of the bright and shining moments that connect to make a constellation?
Because although there ARE cyclic patterns, I'M not simply revolving.
I'm constantly getting too big and too bold for old skin.
So I burst forth, a baby in a new stage all over again.
Where some stars are the same, most have changed and rearranged into a much larger picture.
It's MY skin, MY heart, MY thoughts, MY bones and I can't pinpoint on a map where I am.
So how do I tell you?
I'm not breasts or a brain or what I consume or what my pain looks like or how brilliant I shine in a single moment.
All I know is that at one point in time I was picked up and breathed into by something divine.
So who am I, you ask?
I am forgiven and free and growing and cultivating fruit from the dead and fallen things.
I'm eternal and evolving and committed to truth.
My stars are for me, and they're also for you.