Realization

to write is my way to truly be able to understand me

it seems to come as easily to me as it is to breathe

the words flow eloquently on to the page every time

with the ability to fall into perfect rhythm and rhyme


but whenever I try to vocalize- any attempt made to speak

comes out clouded and confused, modest and meek….

growing up it was instilled to always remain humble

but my spirit is hungry and I can’t ignore the rumble


I’ve learned the decision to do or just be lies with me

And I think that I’m finally starting to be able to see

I’m in the driver’s seat- I’m the one behind the wheel

Its time to be honest-and possibly entirely too real


This life is meant to be spent not something you save

Time to finally ignore my subconscious need to behave

Seduce the things I find scary-dance a little with danger

Make my past as familiar to me as a passing stranger


I’m tired of being the one responsible for unsaid things

afraid of the pain that eventually and inevitably expose brings

Its this never ending battle between my head and my heart

But I couldn’t imagine life without writing playing its part

So it is solely up to me to do anything and everything I can

To bring about the realization of my own life’s plan

To believe in what I feel and to understand what I know

now I believe and understand that

eventually I’ll get where I want to go