What am I?
A nameless, faceless, mindless sponge absorbing each experience as it comes.
I can change my personality as quickly as a sky can turn from a diaphanous kaleidoscope of color to unconditional darkness.
Am I a sister, a friend, a daughter, a lover?
Can I be everything and nothing all at once, two opposites intertwined and fighting, defined through the eyes of the observer?
My face a replica of another’s, a sister, a twin, held up for speculation.
Can you imagine the frustration?
I am the chameleon, changing shape, expanding boundaries, searching for that impeccable fit.
I am tight with the elastic weight of expectations, ever stretching until, SNAP! Annihilation.
I am the phoenix,
And from my ashes, the original shape always returns, pushing, chaffing, wanting so badly to confine me.
But I shed my skin when I outgrow it.
For I am limitless.
I am the chameleon,
Always struggling not to follow my forcible need to conform.
I defy this natural instinct,
I do not want to be a mirror, merely reflecting back others.
I want to take the first strides, lead the shocking plunge, and watch as others begin to follow.
I want to show the world that I am greater than a mere reflection,
I will be the rock that starts the ripple and I will watch it stretch far beyond me,
Watch it span oceans, rush down rivers, create waves
For I am the creator, the rock pushing through the surface, finding the gap in what seems an impenetrable expanse.
And I will make change, break boundaries, cross borders,
This is only the beginning of my story, I will spread my wings to their full expanse and soar.
For a phoenix rises from the fire that destroys, thrives when others would have perished,
No matter the boundaries.
I will rise.
I will transform lives.
I will make a difference.
I will defy those that think otherwise.
For I am human, and at the end of the day, that is enough.