Who am I? What am I?

I'm more than my mistakes; 

Every scar speaks,

have crossed a rake. 

though I gathered, 

all together

It felt as if,

Clouds had clattered....

Stop counting my mistakes;

With every fall down,

Confidence was at stake.

There I got up

tied my lase;

Listen the story

that I rephrase

All that matters is,

at the "End"

What are the possibilities? 

What I learned?  

What I earned? 

What are my abilities? 

Can I bring smile

to atleast a face? 

'YES' indeed it's a, 

blessing with grace....

Winners are those, 

the longer who stays; 

Hope does wonders, 

even in amount as trace. 

and here I am

Flying in air, 

satisfying myself

has often been rare....

Everything today looks

Fine and fair...

Actually keep counting my mistakes,

It'll help you analyse

what a 'Hero' I am 

during our future handshakes.......