Writer of words
Speaker of a story
Was it my imagination
Or was it something before me
That made me think
Made me write with my hand
Made me say things
Not everyone understands
Words of a writer
Story from a speaker
As it is told
What will it teach them
Will it block their vision
So they cannot see
Or will they see through my words
So then can define me
Blindly
Still can’t find me
As I still speak and write my words
Can’t see if you don’t listen
To what’s being told
Is it heard
As it is said
It was written
To write
As a story is told
I give you my life
My struggle
My pain
Showing you there’s
More to me
Then my name
Fearing life
Along as it came
Teaching me things
One has to learn
To obtain
Knowledge for self
Fearing the unknown
Because I fear myself
The pain, lies, deceit
What I once was
That makes me
That made me see
And understand
Looking at the world
As it intrepid my plan
As I ran away from my fears
Running faster and faster
To still be there
In the same spot
Digging a hole
So all I saw was the dark
The blackness
Which covered the light
That makes us all see
Surrounded so long
I saw things, which didn’t belong
Or was always there
Searching for a light
Only found my fears
As the tears began to fall
Drowning myself in pain
With each poem I write
Is the person
Behind my name