He was a boy
With ginger curls
And a smile to his name

His eyes twinkled with mirth
At everything I say

With music as a bond
We share ourselves

Even if only for a moment
He was able to bring out
The love of music
From inside my shell

some people think “i just write”,
trust me,
i do,
but they don’t know that there’s so much story
veracity,
sincerity,
heartbreaks,
landslides,
sacrifices,
c­ourage,
in between words,
in this world,
it takes me to pour everything,
in what “i just write”.

I am not daunted by your darkness
I am not shattered by your pieces
I do not stumble on your shards
Nor trip on your sharp edges

What you hold
I long to have
A loving touch
A soothing glance
A sharpened knife
Or braided whip

I do not flinch at pain
Only at rejection
I will not disappear
At the sight of your wounds

I offer only
Outstretched arms
For you are mine
And I do not fear the dark that
Treads in your wake

My time has come
My tears are dried
After I cut through
The knot I tied

My time has come
After drowning in pain
I now use the knowledge
That I have gained

My time has come
My eyes are shining
From everywhere around me
My future is signing

My time has come
After being a disguise
My true inner self
Will finally rise

My time has come
I am happy now