Identity

Who am I?
Who do they see?
Who am I supposed to be?
What other road should I ply?

I’m saddled by their decisions,
These trying to make in me deep incisions,
They proffer a way,
Irreconcilable with my day.

I’m not known,
They can't see me,
They can't see the thriving seeds sown,
I’m an emerging sea.

I’m not a standstill train,
I'm a gathering rain,
It’s not a defeated fight,
I'm an arising light.

I won’t be masked by their viewpoints,
I have a course,
My carriage doesn’t have feeble joints,
I am an ensuing force.