And who do I become,
if not for who I am to begin,
for what does stretch the resource of me,
through experience and pain and joy,
does that really change me, who I really am?
Am I not the soul in beginnings,
left to write the pages of my life,
and what truths actually change my essence,
mould a new beginnings that overrides me
and changes what I am?
If I do change that much,
from what have I changed,
a love broken, a harsh abuse, perhaps a tragedy
that brings me to some other realm of being,
and cancels who I am?
Are we as plants, a seed of potential,
that if given positive nutrients
grows into a different form, a better form;
and what if negative nutrients are given,
are we then not the seed at all in failure?
Perhaps we are potential only,
and life will dictate our paths of growth or decay,
and are we then still the seed in essence,
after all we travail, all we endure,
are we still the same?
The soul is ours in beginnings and end,
and what potential we have in extremes,
merely our choices in direction,
and regardless of that we are who we are
in essence; that is what I believe.
And that potential can always be resurrected.
Tony DeLorger © 2016