You ask me, Who am I? I won't bore you with tales of names and places, Let's bury those in the deep corners of the earth, Where forgotten things go to rest.
I am... A patchwork of broken pieces, Stitched together with threads of hope and determination. I wear my scars like ancient art, Etched on the canvas of my soul.
I am... A beacon for the lost, The voice for the voiceless, The light that slips through cracks And dances on shattered dreams.
I am... A force that refuses to bow to mediocrity, I do not fit into molds carved by hands that do not know me. I am the compass for the wandering, The map for those who've forgotten the way home.
I am... The fire that burns quietly in the dark, The echo of resilience that lingers long after the storm.
I am more. I am me. I am who I say I am. I am an inspiration ✨️