Despite my absence
My pencil does not still
I have not lost the will
To write.
Unspoken ideas,
I keep them to myself,
Placed high upon the shelf
One day…
Today I return
To the power I know,
To share with you the flow
Of words.
You are the first here,
The only one to feel
What I believe is real
Pure heart.
Interpretation;
The world cannot read me.
The world won't believe me.
You can.
You have.
Read on.









