I was different, I don’t know why

I’ll never know why

I will be  broken

It happens over time

I am alone,

And for some that changes

But for me it stayed the same

 

I was

I will be

I am are all the same to me

Because I will never truly be like the other kids

 

My life has been decent

But you see, it is not a game

For there are no rules by which I must abide

And I claim

 

My loss of reality

Is  the result of my free falling

Through the fear of silence and gravity

 

This feeling is neither a fad

nor a cry for attention,

Of both I have been accused,

This is not me flailing helplessly across the street

But a prelude

A procession, to me marching down it

Steadily with precision

So to cut the ties I have with this world

 

But I fear

and it was this fear that made my room

My mind,

My cage cold

And it was their yelling that bred in me the propensity to explode

Not for their pity

Never for their pity

But is for me, who can not say what must be said to change the tide

The hands of fate

 

Yet, I can positively say that it was the cold darkness

You see, that is where it began

In my head

Is where I have been

In my mind

Is where i will be

In my brain is where you will find me

But you won’t look for me,

No one ever looks for me…

But they did

 

You see, they take no form

Yet are everything

They make no noise,

Yet they are sound

They are mighty where I am weak

They are the things that give life meaning,

That give my life meaning

 

They are the written word.

 

I was Blind, never to see

And everyone was still,

Yet they painted a picture

I will be Deaf

And everyone was silent,

But they orchestrated symphonies

I am dumb

And they made me speak,

Made me utter words I would never speak

 

I am as I have always been

But better,

If only slightly

because of them

 

I once was empty,

I will be broken,

Now I am still the same,

But slightly less

If that makes sense…

But it doesn’t

Why would it?

 

Why would it...

 

Look, Please see

I once was dead

Now ink flows through my veins

I once was empty

but now I am filled with stanza, lyric, prose, and rhyme

I once was naked

Now I am clothed in parchment,

though it is thin it shields my fragile heart

 

You see, it will end as it began

In the cold darkness

Devoid of any human heartbeat,

And you see, it is in the darkness that I found this power,

This meaning,

This illumination