And if I changed my name
Would I be erasing a shard of you from existence?
A glimmer of something of importance to you
A sliver of the story you chose to tell
Removed from history
Silenced by my hand
A creation in part of yours
Or is it more like the development of a piece of art?
Lovingly curated by many moments and thoughts
Each bringing their unique take to the table
Allowing for the possibility that the original concept may be changed, or replaced
Not to deny the value of its starting position
Simply to marvel at how creativity unfolds and reveals
But to see behind the curtains is a form of art of its own
Adding to the story of the final piece
Bringing context and layers to its meaning
Giving more to be taken from it
Perhaps I am too familiar with the search for the bigger picture
The things that will pull all the threads together
I cannot rest until I do
So how do I encompass this in such a concise way?
For there is just one me
Although I may forever be a fluid thing
Dancing through the paths I choose to take
Must I feel like a finished statement at some point?
To be able to stand back and declare it ready
Ready for what?
To be shared?
To be seen?
To be loved?
To…be?
How to define such a maddening thing
That flits and floats beyond my reach
A clarity I seek yet know I will never find
How can you name something you cannot nail down?
