With What I Was Born

I was not born with nothing;
I am as much as a full living thing;
With a heart to love;
A brain to think
And a soul to be looking for;
These are small parts inside me;
But this is what makes me ”Me”
Maybe someday ;
I would die with it;
My dear;
Until then I meant to take care
And nourish it;
From all odds and pain;