Who am I?
I'm a collection of all the good and bad
With every mistake and triumph I am clad
I'm an assortment of lessons I've learned
And each and every scar I have earned
I'm a speck of all my experiences gathered
Taking from all I've endured and weathered
Each moment I've lived broken into a sliver
Collecting each as I float down life's river
Who am I?
I'm merely a beautiful mosiac in the making
Destined to be me in a life of waking