Words Of A Writer

Writer of words

Speaker of a story

Was it my imagination

Or was it something before me

That made me think

Made me write with my hand

Made me say things

Not everyone understands

Words of a writer

Story from a speaker

As it is told

What will it teach them

Will it block their vision

So they cannot see

Or will they see through my words

So then can define me

Blindly

Still can’t find me

As I still speak and write my words

Can’t see if you don’t listen

To what’s being told

Is it heard

As it is said

It was written

To write

As a story is told

I give you my life

My struggle

My pain

Showing you there’s

More to me

Then my name

Fearing life

Along as it came

Teaching me things

One has to learn

To obtain

Knowledge for self

Fearing the unknown

Because I fear myself

The pain, lies, deceit

What I once was

That makes me

That made me see

And understand

Looking at the world

As it intrepid my plan

As I ran away from my fears

Running faster and faster

To still be there

In the same spot

Digging a hole

So all I saw was the dark

The blackness

Which covered the light

That makes us all see

Surrounded so long

I saw things, which didn’t belong

Or was always there

Searching for a light

Only found my fears

As the tears began to fall

Drowning myself in pain

With each poem I write

Is the person

Behind my name

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1997. This poem was written several years ago, and I still feel as if I am often misunderstood.

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