You are

You are all of the things
that you have come to love;
the sun when it rose
that one Sunday in the middle of June,
the mountain covered in snow
when you finally found home.

You are all of the things
that keep you from falling apart;
that drive you took
when you fell in-love too soon,
the song that plays
every time you’re alone in the room.

You are all of the things
that you hope to achieve;
all of those dreams
you chase after so tirelessly,
those lifelong goals
that keep you so busy.

Mostly you are what you’ve been through,
and the things you have seen.
But you find out who you are,
by learning what you are not.