You.
Me.
Who?
What?
Who am I? What is my purpose? We all take a moment or many to consider it. Am I the intertwined decisions of those around us, dyed into the colour of our culture? Am I an individual with unique finger-prints, living for myself and what I can make of it? Am I the centre of a metronome, fighting to be somewhere in the middle of the two? Am I a pillar others’ rest upon? A tree grown into a supportive beam of a mighty inheritance. Was I destined to grow and stand like all the others, until I am nothing but food for woodlice?
I am a being made of flesh and light. A small moon trying not to miss the light the sun shone down to it. Wanting to cast something of the sun’s radiance onto those below. I am part of an anthem a thousand strong. I am creativity and hope mixed into a new colour. I am blessed, I am loved, I am good.
But I am also fallen. I am not the sun, but a broken mirror piece trying to catch his rays. I am standing on the legacy of faith, a candle held in anticipation for the bonfire to come. I am not home, but a refugee staring out through the night, waiting for the sun. So long we have waited. But just as a mourner of a loved one is reminded at every turn of their loss, I see my homeland in the wing of a bird, the brilliant stroke of sunset. I am a child of a refugee, and her, the child of another. Pain covers over the longing of a home we have never known. And yet, it as part of me as a limb. I know the king of my country through stories and songs, I know the prince through daily walks and pavement conversations. He is my brother, my friend, my companion. He smiles and my soul combusts and smolders with a fire brighter and fiercer than any I could create. I am a being of someone else’s love, a cup filled to the brim and mirrored in my eyes. But more than that, I am a child simply wanting to go home. 795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSrhIpyTUMD
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Note: I found this question very hard to answer. I was challenged with my own existence and found myself basing myself of the values of others. This piece above is perhaps the most truthful of my thoughts.
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