THE "ME"

I was brought into this world with no identity,
To describe me was like, calculating one divided by zero, undefined.
I never knew my ability,
Until I was transformed and made refined.
I now had a personality,
Gotten free of charge, things now got well in line.

I started my journey into this world
So smooth and comfortable the path was,
As i continued walking, I became tired, as my mind whirled
I felt, I needed to take a pause
Jxt looked above and a flower fell from the sky, beautifully designed with dark whorls.
I realized my help has come, immediately i felt all was not lost.

Hope they say, to obtain it, you have to cope.
Friends avoided me, family members dejected me,
Colleagues rejected me, society neglected me..
Because i did not become their Him but i was the real "Me",
But i still had to cope, because at the end they say is "dope",
So i still had to hang on to the rope and still keep my hope.

Thomas Edison failed a thousand times,
Nelson Mandela failed serveral times trying to save lifes,
Adolf Hitler failed many times fighting crimes.
But they all never gave up, they were their "Me"
When i got to know of this,I had to strife
And if i fall down to the earth like my shoes, i still have to become the real "Me"

After all this, my success has come.
I now knew the real "Me".
All sounds to my ears was now a thrum.
I now knew that to go about  this world is not becoming Him but  being "ME".

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