Who am I?

Who am I? Here as I sit and breathe;
Am I alone, washed out, faded from the world?
Am I a spark, a beacon of life and all its wonders?
Or, am I a tool, broken, fixed, and then re-broken again?
But who am I? What am I?
I am strong, but fragile;
I am young, but wise;
I cry when I’m sad,
And I laugh when I’m happy.
So as I sit here and breathe…
I am not alone, washed out or faded;
I have friends and family always caring and loving me.
I am not a spark or beacon of life;
I am life itself.
I am not a tool;
I am the creator.
That is who I am,
A beautiful person of life,
A unique riddle of self-mystery.
And as I sit and breathe I remember…
Who am I?
I am me.
Yes, just me.
And who are you?
Who are you to judge me?