I Am Me (A Poem?)

I am who I am.

I love people when they don't want me to.

I miss relationships that never really got the opportunity to be cultivated.

I have a past of hurt, but who doesn't?

I try really hard to be the best mom I can possibly be. That means a lot of personal growth and development that I wasn't really prepared for.

I am loud.

I get angry. I cry at commercials. Sometimes even nature makes me cry. I am a bit emotional. I feel everything like 1000%.

I want my life to mean something. I want to have left behind something that people would miss.

I want to be kind. Help people. Because I know what it's like to need help.

I love my family. Like so freaking much. I feel it in my bones. I would die for them. Each and every one. Because they are the most amazing and wonderful people I have ever known.

I love yoga. I love being with my own heart and mind on my mat and falling in love with myself every morning. I love being nice to myself.

I love plants and mother nature. I feel some amazing connection there and anytime I even go outside if it is to only breathe the air, my heart swells with joy.

I am broken. And it's ok. Being broken has fueled me to become someone better than those who broke me believed I could be. I have risen above time and time again.

I am me. I am not special. I am unique, as we all are as humans, but not special. There are people out there who have suffered a great deal more than I have. I am lucky in many ways. I am blessed abundantly. I am grateful. I am humble.

I am who I am.