Salt and Juniper

I love the power of words-not just what they are but how we read them. It's much like ourselves. How do we choose to see ourselves?

I've seen prose written this way before, and I thought I'd take a stab at it. It was a surprisingly moving exercise in recognizing the dichotomy of emotions that lie within ourselves and our ability and right to choose which ones we give power to and, in that sense, give to or take power from ourselves.

Who do you know you are?