Who Am I?

I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become,

If I am five parts resilience,  I am also fragility some.

It's easy to put a facade, someone who never gets perturbed,

The trick is to keep moving, even when you're deeply disturbed.  

I can only move forward, when I set my past free, 

I need to release the previous branch, to leap to the next tree.  

Letting go is not easy, for a moment you're suspended in space,

If you want to grasp the future, better from the past you turn face.

 

What are you indeed, if you disown your very past,

You are finally free to soar, with possibilities that are vast.

Yet uprooted, un-anchored, you don't have a story to tell,

You'll miss the ground below, does it matter if its heaven or hell?

 

I am what happened to me,  I am what I'll finally become,

Strong or weak are your labels, I'm fine to be human some.