Identity

Laying on the canvas white and vast,

Are the charred remains of my life’s past.

A life lost wallowing in endless dire,

Still searching for sentiment and desire.

Idle and lost in self-reflection,

Solving this state of personal perplexion.

Aspiration hazy and blurry,

Leaving me in emotional worry.

After a journey of endless bruise,

I seemed to have paid my lengthy dues.

For destiny has shown its head,

The anticipated light has begun to shed.

Replenished with invigoration,

I begin to draw up my new creation.

An identity stronger than before,

One that I can admire and adore.

I work away sitting and grinning,

Re-structuring my life’s new beginning.