"who defines you?", my shadow asked.
i replied, "everyone"?
"well, let's look outward toward the reflection of yourself, and ask,
"who defines your friends"?
the simple answer of truth: not you.
and not anyone else BUT your friends.
equally, the definition of yourself is penned only by yourself.
"friend" does not define you,
neither does "enemy".
"fathers" and "mothers", "aunts" "uncles" "grandparents"
"foster parents" do not define you.
"status": good or bad, does not define you.
"mistake" or "success" does not define you.
"expectation" by all, and even "expectation" by self does not define you.
your "greatest achievement" or your "worst failure" does not define you.
behind you, whether "trail of tears" or "shadows of laughter" does not define you.
"future hopes" you've laid down or
your "past of sorrow" dug up, does not define you.
acronyms of mental health do not define you.
comparisons of financial wealth does not define you.
what you see in a mirror does not define you.
and neither does what you don't see.
your definition is not permanent nor ever changing,
nor elusive to reality,
nor static to fantasy.
definition is just a word or jumble of words used as a filler, acting as "purpose".
definition matters to judge or jury and matters not to executioner.
definition matters to a Book of rules or memory.
definition matters to scars of tragedy or evidence to amputee.
yet, none of that Truly defines you".
i stopped grinding. looked down and paused. my fist opened and the stone, dry and rough, fell to the surface beneath me, near my nightly guardian.
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