In the search for Mercy

There's a cycle to life:
we grow,
we love,
we fall,
we hurt...
and above all else:
We learn...
We live.

At least, these are the thing I do, and have done.

I've found who I really am...
though it took a lot of searching to find her.
She laid dormant, sleeping, waiting to be woken,
and it took me the longest time to realize that
who I was before is not who I wanted to be,
and certainly not who I was meant to be.

It took a certain presence, and a subtle push
but it opened my eyes and made me think...
made me question, and most of all...
made me search.

and in the end, I was successful in finding me,
in waking myself out of my comatose slumber.
Though, I'm not what a lot of people expected me to be.
I'm not even what I thought I would be at that time.
But this is who I am, and exactly what I love to be.

I've had my share of mistakes in finding myself.
putting trust in those who abused it.
seeking advice of those who didn't know themselves,
and haven't even sought themselves out in the first place.

Affiliations and relationships on shaky ground,
I've sought out love, from all the wrong people.
only to find out that the love I was seeking
was there from the start of everything.

The nudge in the right direction,
who made question who I was,
and who, above all else,
saw the potential of who I really am.

The drive for me to find myself.
Had that presence not been there,
or not have seen into the soul of who I am....
I honestly don't know who I would be.