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Who Are We
Who are we?
Are we the dust of ancient stars,
scattered across the heavens,
gathered by time
into flesh and bone?
Are we the names we carry,
the jobs we hold,
the houses we build,
the titles engraved upon our doors?
Or are we something more?
Are we the tears we hide
behind practiced smiles?
The battles no one witnessed?
The scars that taught us
how to survive?
Who are we?
We are the child
who dared to dream.
The lover
who dared to trust.
The grieving heart
that kept beating
after it shattered.
We are every goodbye
that broke us,
and every sunrise
that rebuilt us.
We are the hands
that lift another
when they can barely stand.
The voice that says,
"I understand,"
when the world feels cold.
The stranger who becomes a friend.
The friend who becomes family.
Perhaps we are not our successes.
Perhaps we are not our failures.
Perhaps we are the space between
the choices we make,
the kindness we offer,
the love we leave behind.
And when our final chapter closes,
when our footsteps fade
from the roads we traveled,
Maybe the answer remains.
We were never meant
to be remembered
for what we owned.
We were meant
to be remembered
for how deeply we loved.
So who are we?
We are questions
searching for answers.
We are stories
still being written.
We are stardust and sorrow,
hope and wonder,
light and shadow.
And somewhere between
our first breath
and our last,
we spend a lifetime
discovering
who we are.
By Jason Strickland
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