I Am?

I am, I am, I am.

What am I?

Can that be defined by my physical existence?

Or a compilation of descriptions appropriate to my being?

A passerby may notice, “she is smart, she is sweet.”

I have heard these things from mentors and friends.

Though others, I am sure, have thought “she is ignorant, she is arrogant.”

I have had all of the thoughts about myself,

at different times during my life; at different times during the day.

What has led me here?

I surely cannot explain that.

To be quite frank, I’m not really sure where I am.

Am I on the peak of something new?

Am I on the downfall of something old?

Have I been running in circles my entire life?

Probably.

But as it turns out, I like circles.

Because when all is said and done,

and I have tried to find myself,

and I have gotten lost again,

and everyone has failed me

and again I build from the bottom up,

the only thing I still know about myself

is that I never knew anything in the first place.

I am simply being.