Who Am I

Who am I? I am a man who is filled with hate, who has made an immeasurable amount of mistakes, someone who cannot even appreciate anything good within me. I am an addict, a wounded soul; that wants to be whole. Who am I? Am I a product of my pain? A man who is insane? Who has nothing to gain? Who cannot change? Who am I? Am I am mistake? Am I a slave looking for a way to numb the pain? I am stuck in this haze. I am bound with the chains that cling to my past pain. This may be insane but no, I am more. I am more that my wounds that ooze with regret. I am more than the pains that have built up in my past and I will outlast, because this too shall pass. Just like when someone arm is in a cast. I am healing. There is pain before healing because these wounds are sealing and making me into a better man. I now understand this pain, and these scars are freeing me from living behind the bars of my addiction and my past. I am a success who will get nothing less than the care and healing from the doctor of my soul and yes, because of him I am made whole. One day, these surgery scars will worn with pride and be proof that I am truly alive thanks to this doctor. So who am I? I am the product of my healing scars, from the stitches that give life, that give the blind sight though its holy light. I am the product of this doctor who restores the soul, who renews old, who fills in and molds the broken life back together. So, who am I? I am the addict who will be made whole; I am the bone healing in the cast, the slave being freed from the pains of my past. And even though I was found broken and maimed; the doctor took me in and gave me his last name and that is what defines who I am.