I am me and me alone
I am eyes of letters drowning in poisoned ink
An ink of hatred bursting from weary pens
Flowing among my life of an empty forgotten canvas
Awaiting to be turned into art.
I am a mouth of diaries raging in my mind
A mind of cages forbidden to be unlocked
Unfreed entangled secrets of truth
Awaiting to be turned into stories.
I am a soul of voices narrating in provoking tones
Tones of whispering solitude from a thought
Articulating pages of meaning
Awaiting to be turned into novels.
I am words of water splashing in modest waves
Waves of elegance unearthed from mistakes
Advising couragous honor of wit
Awaiting to be turned into wisdom.
I am a heart of emotion embracing in territory unknown
Unknown feelings of wrong ire
Creeping into translucent cocoons
Awaiting to be turned into love
I am me and me alone.