Torn apart by modern ideas of right and wrong,
I, so young, found joy in the voiceless songs.
The music that spoke without having to be spoken,
the words that came without being chosen.

I spent hours trying to recreate moments,
trying to fully explain if I were repaired or broken.
Children and adults would come and critique,
they'd study the window to way that I think.

Many times poetry spoke what I was too afraid to say,
these courageous words were the signs of battles that I faced.
Outwardly I was a warrior yet inwardly I was afraid,
afraid of the judgment to the thoughts I create.

But no, no! Poetry is my escape,
it is the dawn, the light, the promise of a new day.
It is the assurance that there are depths in the pain,
but soon everything will flourish in its own special way.

Poetry has lifted me up and seen me most high,
it has been through the struggles and the continual why.
Every catastrophic or cosmic moment has reached from paper to pen,
my words have spoken my truth from beginning to end.

There is no gratitude or thanks that needs to be given,
only sincere joy in the words that I've written.
There is only a peace in the mind my creator created
a steadfast desire to write the words that have faded.