Introduction
I want to see my reflection when re-reading my words
Not to live behind persona painting vividly pictures for stages
Slamming relying on metaphors and verbs
I want to write honesty
To write the things keeping my spine aligned
Burry me alive inside this casket full of my sins
Let this book become my casket
Cremate me—
Spread my ashes in the air
And become the cancer you breathe
Feel what’s tearing my body apart inside...
Speak of love
Speak of honesty
Speak of God and the Parkinson’s of my faith
Speak of how true death comes in threes & for me,
To wonder who’s about to be the 3rd
Speak of how I love through sex but not sex through love
Speak about the unborn…
Speak until my soul grows weak
Propped up from the things I keep
Locked away inside my mind
Being opened up by this pen
And these pages
Without searching for faces but searching to
Only see my own
So here’s to being honest
And to finally see my reflection