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