I am a man. I am the smallest child. I am control - standing tall & shining in defiant stature a testament forged in the pain of the mistakes of my past. I am all I need - whole & complete yearning to connect to share to laugh to love with completely and with all of my heart. To have to hold dear to see fly & beautifully blossom. I am still, the timeless unspoken; a place that is known deep in my bones a vision from my childhood memories of the harshest of winters. Inside I burn steady endless bright - a fire that can rage within white & molten that would destroy all who would dare to hurt the ones that I love & the few that I trust. I am hapless pure golden bouncing joy, the inappropriate boy the one who ran full pelt at the call of his mothers voice. I am crying a sorrow that is somehow not just mine that can feel that it has no end, that would drown & drive mad the sainest of souls. I am laid bare by the sword of the least expected I am raw I am loud I am wounded I am proud and at this moment here written by my hand, I am my words.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 14:51:44 +0000