I have built to the sky
Geometry called home,
Where birds sing along
The rolling oaks,
And valleys curve the words
And signature of earthen
Memory write poetry
On the mind.
I have written love on paper
Digital and the waves have
Crossed the planets one day
The stars,
That poetry made me whole
And the world
That beat me down told me
I could not survive,
I am here speaking the beauty
I have become
Because I am absorbing
The best I can the position
I have been given,
Look, I am Me,
Take me as I am
As I have learned to live
With myself among the masses,
There is light and I walk
Now burning the shadows
Out of thoughts
And I write myself clean.
I am beautiful
Because I know that poetry
Is too.