Who the hell am I?

I am the light at the end of the tunnel...

I am the darkening sky that heralds the storm...

I am a flitting butterfly, just a glimpse as I rest for a moment before moving on...

I am the step after the one I've just taken...

I am the flickering flame...

I am the book I dropped from my bed, just out of my reach...

I am the changing sands of the desert...

I am like water, I can see me, but I cannot hold me...

I am a ray of sunshine just beyond my fingertips...

I am the end of the rainbow, forever moving on...

I am immersed in the boiling, hissing roar of time past...

I am reaching out toward the time to come...

I am emerging from my chrysalis...

I am within my grasp, if I can just keep going...

I am the soft voice that speaks of love...

I am who I have created from the nothingness of despair and heartbreak...

I am what I see when I open my eyes, 

and then open them again...