Little by Little

I seek.

I search.

I  know not who I am.

Do you?

I seek.

I search.

Little by little

I become more and more myself.

As life ebbs and flow

my story changes.

Shaped and driven

by all that is.

The contours of my life

rise and fall

like the seasonal ebb.

As crops grow because of the spring rains


the summer heat.

So do I.

Little by little.

I seek.

I search.

Then I realize

just as the


bears the mighty corn stalk,

and then withers in the autumn,

I am growing into


I know not who I am.

Then one day


I do.



“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”  — Robert Frost




Simply growing into me…day by day.

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