No matter what colors
You try to paint of me
I am as by design
Despite nicks,
Flaws,
Characteristics
I am a portrait in its prime
And even then a progress, incomplete
Even until this day
I am the colors
As other have filled in the summit of love, memories, and gratefulness
All of this, and then some of which
I choose, make up me
I am somehow, still not me
Because I have not yet reached
The zenith
That totality of being.
07/27/17