In progress

I am a work in progress.

A soul adrift.

I have drifted over many seas,

Over beaches and mountains,

Islands and deserts.

I have climbed volcanoes,

and heard the hiss of the sun sinking into the waters.

I have climbed over boulders at midnight,

and skidded with rockslides over barren ground.

I have seen lakes of blue, green, gray, black, white and red.

I have seen a million shades of green.

I have tasted the extravagance of fresh air,

and have been choked by smog and smoke.

I have joined in your rituals,

and told you details of my own.

I have cast spells.

I have summoned courage.

I have spoken in tongues foreign to my own.

I have been understood,

and misundestood,

time and time again.

I have been known,

and i have been a nameless stranger.

I have felt the heat of love,

and the pangs of a broken heart.

I have known longing's name.

I have shaken fear's hand.

I have developed,

I have changed.

I will continue to do so.

I am a work in progress.

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