A sister, A daughter, A person, Is what constitutes me. Other people help me Make me myself But also I make me who I am.

It was a normal day, Hanging up the laundry, As I reminisce The good old days. I was spoiled rotten So to say, And whenever I mess up I am forgiven in a quick say.

It is a light that is a beacon in my darkness; It is the kindling to my passion; It is the anticipation alighting within my chest; It is the candle; It is the fire; It is you.

What connotes a perfect human? A human is perfect, When he or she is imperfect. A being with flaws A being that lives life everyday— A being with a life so fleeting— Such is a perfect imperfect human.

So sudden, So quick— it didn’t register in my mind, that you were gone. It was like any other day— extra sunny as you like it, then so sudden, so quick— You were gone like mist—

Every day, a norm; Tedious, repititive. Parents, siblings, school, work; Relationships, problems— We wonder when they’ll end—

I’m experiencing hardship. Trials. Obstacles. ... But are they really?

It was you; Then, It was I. A cycle. How the mighty have fallen! My youth lost, And I remember, dear dear mother, How I was a spoiled brat— And now? I have a spoiled brat on my own.

Directionless; stagnant; lost. Unknowing; forward.

Narrow; caged; enclosed. Broadened too late.