08/11/2025
I Am Defined by My Creator
Not by the name they gave me,
Nor the roles they shaped for me.
Not by the work I do,
Or the status they pursue.
I am not confined by family ties,
Nor by society’s quiet lies.
I am not what the system sees,
I am more than all of these.
I am what the Creator knows,
A truth that silently grows.
Revealed in motion, surrounded by light
Unbound, unseen, yet burning bright.
I walk not by their map or rule,
But by the wisdom that makes me whole.
Synthia I am called, not claimed.
Defined by truth, not named.
I walk unseen by the world’s dim sight.
Not shaped by noise, nor bound by name,
I rise untouched by praise or shame.
The crowd may cling to roles and race,
But I move freely, held by grace.
No title, task, or bloodline claim
Can write my truth or frame my flame.
I am the breath between the lines,
The pulse that breaks through old confines.
Not made to fit, but born to be
A living echo of eternity.
