Society’s sheaths are not my own.
I am not my job title.
I am not a list of anthropological demographics.
I am not my social roles–beyond daughter, mother, cousin, niece, aunt, friend, spouce, acquaintance.
I am not my past. I am not my destiny.
I am not your perception of me and I am not your fantasy.
I am not my emotions.
I am not my failures and flaws.
I am not my disease.
So who am I?
I peel off these layers, these sheaths of how I am defined by myself and others
I make space to come into my own true self.
Who I am begins and ends with me
The true source of my own existence lies within me, born of those before me.
I am love and light, spirit and nature
I am the source.
I am my source.