My body is a road waiting to be traveled
my mind is a book waiting to be unraveled
my soul is an abyss waiting to be explored
I am a person sick of being ignored
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
The son peered through my window,
Awakening me from slumber
Light crept through the blinds
And rested upon my eyelids
Awake
My mind becoming warm
Just as light danced around my room
A beautiful dance
A waltz
There wasn't any music
And it wasn't needed
I sat naked in my bed
While the sun tickled my skin
Goosebumps
Birds called out, mentioning dawn's break
I lie poised in a manner as not to reveal myself
Why
Out of fear to those outside
Out of fear to my family
Out of fear to my friends
Out of fear to nature
No
Out of fear to myself
Fear is unknowing
Who am I
A boy A man
A son A brother
A person A soul
A body A human
Just me
Peering through my window
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC