Survival

I feel my central core

Is like a slender stem.

It has difficulty withstanding

The push and pull of stronger

Outside, intrusive, influences.

How to remain true to self

Even to know what that is.

The survival of the real me

Is crucial to my existence

But is everyday subject to attack.

Subtle changes take place

Which over time alter my

Perception of the real me.

Am I who I was meant to be.

Has the journey from cradle to grave

Made me into a different me.

Will I recognise the essence

Of myself when that is all that’s left.