I am... poetry slam

I was a child with dreams. I was, in my mind, one of the greatest athletes in history. I was a child building forts with my cousins. I was, for a time, innocent. I was a child who lost his family. I was, by all accounts, broken entirely. I was a scared child, not knowing what was safe anymore. I am a man with plans. I am, in these plans, a tremendous tool of progress. I am a man designing piles of trash. I am, truth be told, trying my best. I am a man pushing forward with life. I am, at most, a speck in the universe. I am still a scared child, trying to figure everything out. Hoping, with all my being, that I can understand this tragic, wonderful chance of something more.