Our identity is as much who we are, as who we want to be.
Who we are; it’s complicated (I know I am) and every once in a while we need to remind ourselves of what makes us unique, interesting, desirable, and worthy.
I am so many things; defined as much by what I do as what happens to be.
I am, above all else, a father. The aspects of that role alone change, and will continue to change, as time passes. The importance is not lost on me, nor is it expected.
I am a brother. I am an orphan of sorts. I am a friend. I am a lover. I am an individual, but I am part of something quite magnificent.
I am not alone.
I don’t subscribe to a particular religion, but I do have faith. I won’t simply cop out and say I am spiritual; I was raised Christian and I do not know enough about the alternatives, so, right now, it is what I know.
I am open to change.
I am Canadian. I was born here; it is what I have always known.
I am curious. I am kind. I am present.
I am aware.
I am a poet and I am a writer. I choose to differentiate because the roles are not interchangeable, and I will flip back and forth depending on the mood or the muse. Words do not limit me.
I am who I am, more than what I am.
I am a historian in as much as I’ve learned the lessons of the past will, often, temper decisions I make about the future. I am here, and I will not go back there.
I am flawed, at times fucked up, yet I see my shortcomings as opportunities to heal, to change, and to be more understanding of those who, like me, can easily be led astray (curiosity does have consequences).
I am a sinner, and not purposely so. Perhaps “survivor” would be more apt. I have done what I needed to do.
I am grateful, and I am ashamed.
I am myself.
I am a man, but more so; I am human.
I am a possibility.
I am many things. More importantly, I could be more.
© 2019 j.g. lewis