that which

i want that

i am that

that which

i am

i can only see

what is already me

so

that which

i think

i am longing to be

is already a part

but feels fallen apart

somewhere in my heart

and i go searching again

then i stub my toe

from my grasping and woe

and it reminds me to know

that i tricked myself

to wander and yearn

in search

of what feels

lost to my soul

when all i have to do

is embrace the whole

that which

of which

i am