Is this poetry?

I'm different really. Circumstances change, just like people do. I try to maintain all that I have,

Everything that I believe is me. When it comes down to it, Life, that is...I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing.

Everyday new pieces of information infiltrate in flecks of old things seep out.

I want to hold onto them all but my brain won't allow it.

If I saw you again, you would see that I have changed drastically.

The woman before you isn't the same reckless teenager you loved from years before

but someone who has turned life anew, almost a stranger. I don't need to thank you.

Little teeny glimmers of what I used to be would catch your eye but that's all I've kept of me.

I wish I had more, something to show for but I just couldn't carry it all...

it would weigh me down and it got heavy.

I was given a second chance.

I'd want you to see something more than a deranged girl waiting for death to appear at the door. It's a sad image and I can't erase what everyone once saw.

Strung out mentally and trying to piece myself together, lugging a broken heart back and forth that I threw at the wall and watched shatter with approval.

I made the mess, everyone heard the clash of glass as it all hit the floor.

Some handed over mops and others fetched buckets to extinguish the flames.

I stood there for a long while....

surrounded in the hot heap...

I stood there for a while.

And finally, when no one was watching, I curled up like a house cat on the warm windowsill and licked the wounds clean, always mindful of the noises around me and momentarily gazing out on the horizon.

I'd find that horizon.

And i did. I ran to it with open arms, i flung myself onto it.

I would only let it go momentarily because in the back of my mind I knew it would never desert me. It was there. He was always there. And I found my footing and gained momentum and I pushed further than I thought was possible. And I ended up alone, happily alone. For the first time in my life.

I turned into a bird that year.

I flew,

I fell

and when I got too low,

I realized I had wings.

I flew back to the sun & never hit the ground.

I'll never hit the ground... again.

But I want to stay grounded and never travel too far.

You can lose yourself in life sometimes

I can't let myself go

I can't let myself forget who I am.

I sometimes travel back in time to see the deserted parts that raised me...

searching for a glimmer of hope but I know it's of no use...

until the day I heard something and I realized it called back at me.

Maybe I could finally pick up the pieces I couldn't carry but only if there was a way I could find them... because I'm stronger now.

I'm a lot stronger now.

I've lost something vital and I can't explain what it is I've lost.

To live my life by the words I say is useless because there are so many to chose from.

You'd have to see what I see and hear what I hear. No, you'd have to live how I've lived.

I've never explain my whole purpose to a single being

but you were there for the better parts of it.

And I now need you to explain.

Stitch me shut like a Tim Burton piece and finally set me free.

I'm either eccentric or brilliant.

But I'm happy.

So are you.