Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the roots of my passion with the world.
Allowing my voice to boom through the skies
Allowing my smile to shine in the days of others
I pull another stitch
Sharing my wisdom with each human I pass
Daring to stand on the mountain tops
Admiring the wild slopes below
I pull another stitch
Ignoring the pain brought daily
I hem the string
I share my passion
I was here.
I was alive.