What am I?

My identity is a mystery to me.

I soar through the grounds

In a world filled with

despair and injustice.

I can hear the sounds

of the people yelling, the trains and the buses.

 

I was born in the dark

but raised in the light.

I came into the world not knowing how to live. Little did we all know I would learn all the tricks

I didn’t speak but

I grew up to believe.

 

I started off as a seed

Eventually opening up to be me.

It took me months to grow

but seconds to bloom.

 

My unknown identity

was just a disguise.

I am a flower, just bloomed.

I am an egg, just hatched.

I am me.