On A Stage

May 27th, 2018


31 years minus a day

Is the time I have spent on this stage

17 years of poems to read

Every emotion written to feed


Caught between being open and closed

Staying private or being exposed

Do I show the love I gave

Or take everything to grave


I remember a time

Where it wasn’t only a dark rhyme

But beauty and light would show

Knowledge and strength and how I would glow


Something happened to me

So much I would say extensively

I’ve got 17 years of proof for you to read

 Maybe you should try to find the seed


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