A poem is a testament to my soul
Words that mean nothing

Composed with sincerity and love
Things that I can hardly grasp
Yet I try to express them with my
Limited vocabulary
Yet I know in my heart
At least one person knows my joy
Knows my happiness
Knows why I suffer so much
From abandonment
From the truth of beauty
I can't break away from the people who put me down
They strengthen me with their insults
I rearrange my priorities
And instill a sense of wonder


When I look to the mountains for guidance
I see snow covered tops
Filled with tears as the seasons change
Breeding life a new
Just as I reach a depth of despair
Staring from the valley below
I might never reach the top
to play in the snow
to hold the coldness in my hands
but I hope to grasp at least the words it lends my ears
Wind howling through the saplings
You soothe me
You make me realize my inadequacy
and you make me crave for more
Lustfully, beautifully, intelligently
I thank you,
As you watch the leaves of your tree
Fall and decompose this autumn
to feed the parched soil of my heart.