I feel as though, I need to write
to pick up my pen and fight this fight
a word or two, two thousand or few
makes for cohesion that prevents
excessive bleedin'.
Be it old wounds, or new,
These are just my two cents.
I'm safe behind these words,
I can say what I want and not get hurt.
You can read me blind, or curse me to shame
exploit my name and finger your blame
but for whatever reason
The word is my Name.
To write is to live,
to thrive and to give
it's also poison
if I choose,
manipulation
in which I loose.
It's fate masked by fear
its outlandishly near
I can make believe
all that you conceive.
We are one, The Reader and me
because without your eyes
to thine I would not see!
There is nothing noted, underneath the sun
that hasn't been said
above all, none.
It is, it was, it will always be
I am just a channel to open for thee.
Thank you for allowing,
for welcoming this chance
I will do my best always
to make your soul dance.
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