Identity Crisis

See I wanted to see myself,

I sat in front of the mirror just to see a reflection of myself,

See all I saw was an indecisive character,

With an aversion to taking risks and stepping out of my comfort zone,

The vision blurred with every single glance,

See all I saw was an identity crisis,

A misfit trying to fit in,

And,

With a second glance an Eagle amongst chicken.

Tired of the reflection, 

I heard a voice say,

Clean up your mirror and,

Take a second look,

See I had to take a leap of faith,

To lean on the direction offered by this voice,

I finessed about wisdom,

Though I was not wise enough to rescue my very own image,

My IDENTITY.

Every spot that faded on my mirror,

My reflection was clearer,

 I saw a vulnerable soul journeying towards greatness,

Beautiful and bountiful soul surrounded by doubt,

See I saw a crown awaiting a queen, 

Only that she wasn't ready to take the throne,

The illusions and notions created, 

Societal structures have informed our self-reflections,

Like my blurry reflection of myself, 

We have no identity,

Suffering from signalling syndrome,

We lead a dissatisfied life,

Hoping the next job, partner, the degree will resolve our crisis,

This ain't no disaster, 

But a state of emergency,

Numb and mute the voices that lead to your delusions,

Dust off your mirror and have a look again,

You will see the true definition of beauty on Fleek,

See their opinion, contempt and illusion don't define you,

But your identity is a masterpiece with a higher calling,

An Eagle that hangs around chickens will never SOAR,

FREE THE EAGLE.