What I Am Meant To Be Poem by Alan Kabanshi

Am told its close, but feels far away
like a dream bourn astray
A muted scream, shouting my call
like ashes of a wish promised in the wind
or a blind future accompanying a hope grinned
I hear not my call, nor the path of my way
To whom do i turn when drought chases baye
or doubt my conviction slay
numb i lay, afraid to pray
Will i be heard when from the word i turn away
Maybe i should just sag and watch at bay
to what eventually becomes of me
I am dried up, cashed in all my chips
i have ripped apart shields, leaving my heart to a whopping
Dissected my thoughts and laid my words for chopping
To extremities, in places where my best fall
but still i cant find what am looking for
Should i stop, maybe this is it
All that i am meant to be