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Identity

An identity.. who you are.. Does this include the mistakes the pain and now the scars? Or is my identity and my life separate or are they exact? The old pieces of me weren't left intact. So does that mean my identity was stolen away? Or somehow has my identity changed? My identity is suppose to define who I am. But I don't understand how it can. Unless it's ever changing unlike my name. Yet my name is part of my identity but it remains the same. But my morals no longer are identical to what they were Things I use to absolutely know now I'm not so sure. How I define things? oh yeah, those have changed too. Like I use to think homeless people just didn't try to survive. They didn't want to go home, they liked to the lonesome and how it felt to cry. Now I define homelessness as a reason, a lesson, or passage to better days. A reason that you must be exactly where you are no matter the pain. A lesson that when learned you only can gain. A passage when traveled will lift you higher than from where you came. No one's identity can remain the same. I use to define pain only in a physical sense. That emotional pain was shallow and short lived. Now I know emotional pain to an unhealthy extent. And physical pain while unpleasant at least you could attempt to prevent. I use to define mistakes by choices or actions you knew were wrong but still just did. Mistakes didn't define who you are they were just how you lived. But I was wrong and boy did this world show me.. No way am I who I use to be, a mistaken identity. So what is your identity who can you be.. If it isn't consistently the same then how can it represent us constantly? For I never want to be the same as I was yesterday. I want to live and to learn and grow and play. But never do I want to look in the mirror and just see.. Someone who isn't changing and becoming who she's meant to be. So I do not identify with the word identity,. If you do then please explain. What does identity mean if we continue to change. Are you this person one day and then next you identify with something else and you become someone else?

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