Wonder why I drift my words
into letters on a page?
I do it to empty my head,
my body,
my blood.
To rid my soul of everything
stuck inside for so long.
To say "So Long!"
Let life go on,
and enjoy the grace
laid in front of my merciful eyes.
Whether those (of importance)
have looked at me with the eyes
of ignorance and denial-
Have any idea of who I forgot to be,
or who I've become. . .
I STILL AM!
And I find myself
making the point over and over.
Comparisons couldn't be exacts,
so I'll let honesty speak for itself.
