You are not your job.
You are not your children.
You are not your parents.
You are not your thoughts.
You are not your body.
You are not your flaws.
You are not your strengths.
You are not your pain.
You are not your beauty.
You are not your self-loathing.
You are not your past.
You are not your regrets.
You are not your mistakes.
You are not your triumphs.
Instead, you are an explosion frozen at the point of combustion.
Instead, you are a freshly-birthed universe on the cusp of creation.
Instead, you are a perpetual point of potential surrounded by crossroads.
You are singular.
You are change.
You are infinite.
You are here.
Poetry Overdose 