In a world filled with confusion,
A plane of lies and deceit,
A realm of double standard and judgement,
I write words of truth and justice.
I write to recover missing parts of myself,
buried deep within a shallow place.
Writing lets me exist.
With my words I reach past lies,
To realize that my mind is a prize,
My words with a few rhymes,
Make paths through difficult times.
I am a writer, a soul searcher, a creator.
I make new words with my whims.
Alter my reality with a verse.
Capture moments in time in haiku.
I write to remove myself from the past,
To take out the pain on the page with a pen.
I take the problems of the world in stride.
As a writer with pride, I can't hold it all inside.
The page is a infinite space,
with which i can erase,
My fears, my doubt, my tears.
I am a writer because
It's who I am and who I was meant to be.
I don't write for the glory. I write for me.
This may also be found on my poetry blog. dwbb.wordpress.com. It is original content that I wrote