I Am Not My Past

[carahmellow]

You Cannot Tell Who You Are Until It’s Who You Were

You cannot tell who you are until it’s who you were.
I look in the reflective surface of my soul;
seeing time, emotion, evolution.
I am able to decipher my past,
Or so I say.

Sometimes, during great moments of clarity,
I can find myself and my meaning 15 minutes ago.
I get so incredibly close to understanding my present self—
Defining what makes me, me. - I really like this stanza... I feel like I can relate a lot to this feeling

The dictionary lies on my shelf,
Discarded, forgotten, masked in a veil of dust;
It understands what's within and has oh, so many words to characterize itself.
Still, I have yet to find a word to define me.
Who am I?

I have convictions entombed in glaciation,
Yet springtime melts my frosted obstinacy.
I weave a cocoon of icy expressions,
shielding me from greater evils than Helios.
I am a moth and a butterfly in the same very moment. - This stanza feels a bit discombobulated with the ice/melting metaphors mixed with the cacoon/moth/butterfly metaphors. I like them both, but not sure they work well together.

Inside, I am the library of Alexandria,
But alike, I am susceptible to flames.
I rise from the ashes, not a phoenix,
But a burnt, misshapen bug bringing no more frigidity.
I am priceless, yet everything—has a price.

I could sell myself, piece by piece;
Make a million while losing everything that truly matters.
Please, I beg of you,
Reduce me to a number;
Each aspect of my being has been binary.
Anything extraordinary is simply an outlier,
For I am basic, and my purpose is dull.
I have been encoded for the exploitation of my own self.
The ones and zeros sum up my being—whole.

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Translation:
(I could go about my life this way;
It feels so much simpler.
Everything has to change,
But I shall remain—
A binary prisoner.) I really like these last few lines.... I think they are really impactful, and I almost feel like the poem could end here, but I understand why its doesn't which brings me to my next critique

That’s how the writer of this poem feels.
You can’t blame them for the way everything went down;
It’s just how the ice cracked. This line doesn't feel necessary.
Although many may say the writer and I are one,
The ones and zeroes do vary;
I am not the writer of this poem.
This poem represents who I was,
But it’s only a singular moment in time, frozen down to a few words.
It’s been time since I have written this,
And if you were listening, I already told you:
You cannot tell who you are until it’s who you were.
This whole stanza feels important to what the poem is trying to say, but I think it needs to be wittled down a little bit... just to make it impactful and precise. 

Great poem, I had a lot of fun reading it! I can relate to a lot of what it says. I just put in a few little things I noticed. of course take it or leave it! ,