An Inspired Poem: Integration

I am not one thing,
and I am not many things scattered.
I am a constellation,
each point a story,
each story a thread in the fabric of becoming.

The leader,
the artist,
the seeker,
the builder—
not separate rooms,
but one great hall,
where all of me gathers around the same fire.

There were times I tried to choose,
to sever parts of myself,
to fit into rooms too small for my wholeness.
But my soul kept whispering:
All of it is you. All of it belongs.

Now I see—
my strength is not in singularity,
but in symphony.

I weave the disciplined with the wild,
the strategic with the poetic,
the stillness with the storm.
And in that weaving,
I become not a fraction,
but a force.

I do not hide my contradictions;
I integrate them.
I let them dance.

And when I move through the world now,
I do so as a full expression—
not a mask,
not a role,
but the living, breathing truth
of everything I have ever been,
and everything I am still becoming.