I AM WHO I AM ...

Why do things happen
things that are in your control
oh so you thought…
but they’re not.
Things that you can't explain...
words misinterpreted and the mind
WOW
how it plays with the insecurities and
you wonder some more and
the words that were spoken
echoes in the depth of your soul and
the hate getting stronger and
the heart weakening with sorrow.
I am
who I am
another victim of circumstances and you sit there judging without knowing.

AS LONG AS I AM ABLE TO WRITE...

I was hoping to find tranquility;

instead my head is going crazy.

I write

just to write, because I love it,

it beats talking to myself.

I mean everyone talks to themselves,

“once in a while”

but when you start answering yourself

HMMM.

Ever since I could remember

writing has been my passion;

but lately I can’t concentrate,

my thoughts are elsewhere,

it’s like my heart is not 100 % there,

I feel incomplete.

The voices

that once echo within me

are fading,

vanishing into that void

we call solitude,

and I can’t help but cry.

I miss you,

and although

I know this is the end

I can’t help but wonder

was there ever a beginning.

So I will pick up my pen and

I will write

as long

as I am able to write.