Lost Poem by Zunda Wezi Chibwe

Desperately trying to get to the surface,
To find my way back to the real face,
So lost touch and identity,
All that together with my integrity,
Who am I begs the question,
In the shadows of the rest is my identification,
Always someone else but never mine,
To pretend and live as a copy walking someone's line,
I dare say am a man of his own resolve,
Seems I lost all of me how or where or when remains a mystery unsolved,
If I can't see me, hear me,
Then the world should be better off without me,

A meeting of the minds I call it,
Me, myself and I in one accord,
Gather to discuss the problem at hand,
The lost forsaken child in the celestial land,
How to find the child and return him safely home,
It's gonna be a journey I'll have to take on my own,
It is a lonely road of self discovery,
Am ready to face the mockery,
Because I know at the end there is victory,
The return of the lost child and the beginning of a new story...