I speak from my heart
I write from my soul
I dig in deeper
Than most people can go.
Darkness surrounds me
Though my light might shine
Pen and paper keep rhythm
In perfect time.
Most of my stories
Will end up just words
Surrounded by people
Yet nobody heard.
On rare occasions
When they are seen
People often comment
“You could of been writing about me”.
I provoke awareness
I make people think
But at the end of the day
It’s just a lot of spilled ink.
Rawni