Have you ever felt as though you were lost
As if you have been looking for yourself,
As if you are not yourself,
Like an innocent bystander for the script that is your life,
Watching yourself evolve but not exactly allowing yourself to be,
Like a child holding a compass, unsure of which direction to point to,
Never sure of where you are going but walking still,
Discovering the next step as you unfold,
Bombarded with information from the news,
Society dictating its own values on you,
Springing from one identity to another,
But forever asking yourself the question “Who am I?”
Are you the total of society’s expectations
Or the sum of all your followers on Instagram?
Or perhaps the people you talk to on WhatsApp?
Who are you?
Who were you before the world told you who you were?
Oscillating like a pendulum from one identity to the next,
Yet the reality is
You are not defined by the media,
Your phone,
Or your friends,
You are not what your parents say you are,
You are a seed planted long ago.
You were God’s idea before you were your own,
You are the hope that your ancestors brought forth.
You are irreplaceable
You are incomparable
You are beauty
You are wonder, and
You are light.
By Chiedza Rwodzi