My Importance

Am I enough?

A question I have raised many times.

Where I ponder my entirety,

in which I grow with blood and bones.

I hear distant cries from my past.

This answer uncertain of itself.

What defines me as me?

What gives me my freedom?

My heart pours out and yet I still do not know

who I am deep inside.

When did I become this person.

When did society label me.

I am only enough to myself,

though others decide Im not.

Where this answer lies is a spectrum

in which I vary in importance.

My role in life; I act in a play

where my mind and heart collide.

What I contribute to this world

defines me and my importance.