Hi everyone,
As I was doing my meditation the other day, I suddenly found myself experiencing some form of an identity crisis. It struck me; If I’m not my feelings, not my thoughts, and definitely not the traumas that was inflicted on Kristel in the past. Then who am I?
I realized that while all of this is a very real part of my history, it doesn’t have to dictate who I am now, or who I’ll turn out to be in the future.
They are simply fragments. Fragments of a past lived. And while they will always be a part of me, I’m not willing to let them hold me back in the present. I think I’m ready. To be the vessel that contains all of that, but also so much more.
This is the poem I wrote.
Fragments
The part of you
that does not know who you are,
is still a part of you.
And it is as much a part of you,
as the part that does know who you are.
But the question is then,
Who is all of that?
Thank you for reading <3
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