Who do I actually want to be?

"To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic." -Ezio Auditore

I am a fractal of the people I have met, and I wonder if maybe that is who I am

I trim and shatter the pieces I can’t stand

The insecure one

The one who overexplains because...no one is listening

Here, I crumble the piece that wonders if she can feel love the way others do

I wonder if I can be as accepting of the vulnerability I wish to hold

The pieces I am left with, I wonder how to fit them together

The one who wants to laugh first in a room

Or dance in the rain

The pieces that want to show my daughter the magic in the world

The ones that want to make the inner child happy with princess crowns and shoes

I want to hug her and tell her it will be okay

That the plan is being made along the way

Without knowing all the other pieces

…quite yet

I will build and spackle more together as others fall away

Because I am a fractal of those before me

I am a patchwork design of my own

I am the only person I want to be