Day fourteen of my review of the last twelve months and a poem from April about human potential and adaptability …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: eleda 1 Guess the movie???? via photopin(license)

I cannot contain this existence
Within a single soul
A unified whole
When I do not know
Where these wings will take me
Or if the footsteps of the future
Will shake the ground from beneath my feet
If the environment will force me to transform
Into something different
Brand new
So do not ask me
Where I have come from
For how can I know
For the past has changed me
I am different than I was then
And I may change once again

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