Caged by identities,
I struggled—
I fought
to discover my own.

Jailed by perceptions,
I roamed through fumes—
hazy,
uncertain,
failing to see myself.

Pleasing
a multitude I did not know,
I lost the one I should’ve known—
me.

In one moment,
I saw myself in someone.
In the next,
I became another.

My life, unruly—
disfigured,
formless,
losing identity.

Then came the realizing:
only my Savior
am I called
to please.

I carried my burden
to Him—
just as He promised,
I rest.

This life—still confusing,
still disfigured—
yet I take shape.
A desirable shape,
slowly,
but certainly.