“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.” ~Chuck Palahniuk
Identity
I’m not the colour of my skin
I’m not where my body has been
I’m not identified by where
I was born and first tasted air
I’m not whatever team I cheer
I’m not my favourite kind of beer
I’m not straight, bi-sexual, gay
I’m not to which God I do pray
None of these identify
As clearly as my battle cry:
“I am a Warrior,” no more
No less, just one who goes to war
I do battle with fear and pain
And constantly do learn and train
Where others run for comfort, I
Rise to the challenge and rely
On courage, strength, resolve and grace
Identity I do not chase
I’m not my look or where I live
I am defined by what I give
And that is everything I’ve got
And that can’t be stolen or bought
It can’t be given, only earned
By being hammered, ripped and burned
So how are you identified?
Was it your choice? Did you decide?
Or was it simply told to you
And no other did you pursue?
~Miro
















