To capture oneself in a poem is a difficult task,
For I am much more than the things I have done.
I am finespun.
How does one describe the experiences they have been through in just a few lines?
There is simply no possible way.
I am no cliche.
The places I have gone do not define me,
But they play a part.
I am a work of art.
People in my life have come and gone,
And each has contributed to the person I have become.
I am whatever may come.
I have made many mistakes,
And each day I strive to change.
I am, admittedly, strange.
While no one word can describe me,
A list of them might.
I am just right.
And through it all,
I keep my eyes on Him, for He said to Moses,
I Am that I Am.