Identity Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Please show your ID, they ask,
That little card, a simple task.
They glance, they nod, they let you through—
But is that plastic card really you?

That snapshot of your face, so still,
Cannot contain your heart or will.
True identity is vast, complex,
Something a mere image cannot reflect.

The way you care, the way you feel,
The kindness you give, the hearts you heal.
Perhaps you have a gift to share,
Or lift the spirits of those in despair.

The way you laugh, the jokes you make,
The hope you give, the risks you take.
Maybe it's how you fight, so strong,
Or outplay others in cards all along.

Perhaps you cook with love so true,
Or create a world in all you do.
Identity is not just what you show,
It's the life you live, the love you grow.

It's how you act, how you think, what's true—
The essence, the spirit, the being you.