My own person

I looked back through the years.

And looked to see something that stood up in me.

It is that I could not be contained or boxed.

I had thought it was because I grew up with little parental care.

Growing up like a wild rose or plant.

Today, I wonder about that.

Because I look mild, easy going.

Most people underestimate me.

And thought me easy to influence, manipulate or control.

But I am slippery as an eel.

I beat to my own drumbeat.

I could not be contained or boxed in.

A form of native independant.

Similar to native intelligence.

Today, as I stand at the pinnacle of my spiritual life.

Knowing I have triumphed over most obstacles of my life.

Arriving at where I am now.

I realize I had always been my own person.

The world might try to hem me in.

I might have thought little of myself.

Minimizing myself.

But I have always remained me.

That was the gift of nature to me.

God nature, nature God.

Spinoza's God.