Oh how i yearn to be beautiful.
I desire to be deep.
I have the urge to touch the hearts of many... With every word that i speak.

I just want my story to be heard.
So that all the lost souls know,
They are far from alone.
I want to reach out and be someone's shoulder to cry on, even though I know that I do not have my own.

Isn't remarkably astounding how the people with The most problems try to solve problems?
In essence, this somehow helps me.
To look into the eyes of another person and just listen to their story…
Yes, in actuality.
This heals me.
Just being a muse, via the words i let these stanzas speak.
With their Complex simplicity.
I yearn to exude beauty.
& change lives
By just being me.