I had this perception of identity
That it was a finite, solid entity-
With a quality tangible, definite
Something that would in a neat box fit..
So growing up I never thought
Finding my identity would be fraught
With ambiguity, uncertainty, confusion
Was the firmness of identity but an illusion?
I struggled with the idea that my identity
Was a reflection of my outward personality
But then, how could my identity be defined
Without invoking the recesses of my mind?
So I tried to delve within my soul
To find the pieces that made me whole
It seemed the values that I held dear
Shaped my identity’s nebulous sphere..
I came to realize that wrapped around the core
Were layers that were fluid, layers that bore
Marks of my experiences, past and present
Experiences, both disappointing and pleasant
A missing part of my identity happened to be
People I respected, looked up to constantly
My mentors, role-models, those I emulated
My identity, with theirs’ was inter-related
The quest for my identity has taught
Me that immutable identity is not
It is fluid- a peregrination, a process
Who I am truly still eludes me, I confess…