Me as a Word

I stumbled across a question

one mildly hot afternoon, but

after giving my answer

I felt like the question stumbled across me.

The question:

if you were a word, what word would you be?

Sifting through my twenty-three years,

overlooking the grams of time like sand

that made me who I am today like a sand castle on a beach.

The seconds, minutes, hours, days, and months

all microscopic dictionaries of words I've used in time.

With all the words I've used 

simultaneously there's only one word

that if it looked in the mirror 

it would share my reflection.

'Resilient'

This word as defined means;

the capacity to withstand or to recover

quickly from difficulties; toughness.

This word as Chrissy-fined (as defined by Chrissy) is more

then the 'I think I can' mantra,

more powerful than 'She believed She could so She did'

it's understanding and adapting to the highs and lows of each day.

Being okay with going back and forth

between smiling and crying in a game of catch.

It's falling on your butt, doing surveillance of

your current surroundings,

respecting that they were there for the landing and

bouncing back up again.

Resilient 

is protected and befriended by the heart,

teaching the heart pain isn't a forever lesson.

It's learning that each day you grow into a new person

like a seed turning into what it's destined to become.

So if I were a word, I'd be resilient.

A word that carries its hardship and 

learns something about herself as she does so.