a restless spirit that aches for change
bound by walls of indecision
caged by the barbed wires of doubt
a muffled voice whispers through fear of watchful eyes
an urge to resist and defy
the pen — a weapon — , I must draw blood from the page
and lead a paradigm shift in how I/we are seen
sacrificial in its calling, every atom of my existence must be laid bare.
a bird does not half fly, nor does a piranha half eat
they soar and devour respectively — they commit.
the fire inside once lukewarm, now rages. self destruction is near,
I must fear this more than public scrutiny
and so I, the man whose dreams lie within the pen
who longs for his words to cradle the lives of others and ignite the minds of many
write young g, write as if no one is reading
write as if its the last thing you’ll ever do
write as reflection, love and wholeness.
write your truth,
write for you.
