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I am what I write

Every piece of me

Small but true

Heartfelt and real

Bleeds out onto the page

Most often againest my will

Like a rape

I am violetated

Yet somehow

In the aftermath

A kind of healing is found

I am what I write

A mass of confusion

A cancer of pain and hurt

I die by the pen

I live again by the pen

I would be nothing and no one without it

Do you understand?

Cause I'm not sure

I do

I am what I write

Part of God or the devil's plan

For whose purpose

Are my words meant and why

Draining

After just one piece

I am almost in a coma

No energy left

Yet still a thrill of creation lingers

Even at the cost of my own damnation

I am what I write

Once upon a time a corpse

Till the ink spilled

Rose me from my untimely grave

To become history

An eternal whisper

In my time and beyond

Forever to live on

Yet strange

The question unanswered remains

Why and for what reason 

Was my writing put here

Now upon this page

2013 Ramona Thompson