Of me

I am many things
That make me
I am the measure of myself and all other things
My thoughts and intricacies
The inner workings of me as I am
And as I will become
Are as variable as the tides and seasons passing
I crave many things
Things that may define me
That may nurture me or squander me within
And what I am, and all that you perceive of me
Is not complete
Not measured finitely
But as delicate and fragile as myself.
Ever changing always growing
I am the me I choose to be.
The best me that I endeavour to become.
Accepting and embracing change
Growing from my experiences and learning
The me I am today will always be
A better me than yesterday

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