Hours, days and weeks,
Maybe even years,
Of writing down my joy and pain,
My ecstasy and tears,
Far too long have I grown so distanced,
An outsider looking for the next phrase,
Wanting to be accepted,
But denied the magic of praise.
Still I sit and write,
Words that I concoct,
Things that I never dare to share,
That, in my heart, stay locked,
Those utterances and emotions,
They’re never heard even when I pray,
Yet still I take this journey,
Roads of writing my life away.
Songs, lyrics, poetry,
Prose, sonnets and plays,
Just watch me try,
Endeavour to write my life away.
written in 2008