I found my place in words  
In which my soul is my metaphor
I choose to weave into verbs
I place my heart into the curves of assonance
to be guarded by the halting walls of alliteration
until their sentence has ended.
At one time being confined by
the simplest of minds, I
 released them in time, I
pleased them with rhymes
and became lost, then found
different meanings to old letters
taking simple elementary phrases and making them better
and then I finally found myself.
Somewhere against this world
I found my place in words.