A reverberation not heard
At least not for awhile
Though you never
Sonically perceived it
Deffo made some people smile
Or even reverse snort their cornflakes
In nasal agony
The non reported sound
Makes this gaff more empty
Though a showboat is not off the cards
He could be waiting in the wings
To rush the stage unexpectedly
Rebound the whacky wonderful things.

The shoemakers shoes
Are battered and beaten
Worn out and tired

The shoemakers shoes
Are his determination
To keep making shoes
In hopes to get his own

I finally feel
like I'm me again
I haven't felt this good
Since I don't know when
My heart is not heavy
my mind is not spinning
My soul is uplifted
my life rebeginning
My future looks brighter
The path is made clear
My family is closer
My friends are more dear
I’ve learned many lessons
That got me to this place
But the greatest of all
Is to give myself grace

I take my words
And write them down
A desperate need to be heard
But too afraid, to say them out loud

My inner thoughts
My deep desires
Are displayed on page
Like a modern-day town crier

I hide behind
This shaky pen
That seems to have a willingness
At times to do me in

Giving away my thoughts
My hopes and desires
Writing what I ought not
Setting page on fire

In which said words
This pen delights
Desperately needing to be heard
While laying them all out in rhyme