While We're Alive

My name

I am young.
I cannot say I have lived
The life,
Wisdom,
Or pain,
Of an experienced poet.

I cannot pretend I looked the devil in the eye,
And walked away feeling full of power
And authority.

I still battle with my smaller demons.
I battle with loving myself.
Or with acceptance.

I am still figuring out my name,
And my face.
I am still finding who
I am.

But every experience I have is the strongest one I have had so far.
I have not been homeless,
Nor have I lost a long love.
I have not lost a kin,
Nor been neglected.

Yet people confuse me,
And hurt me anyway.
Words sting,
And broken pacts
Cut my feet
As I walk on the line between trust and not.

I am still new to this world,
Only 20 cicles around the sun,
But I find my voice in my writing.

I may not sound like I have much to say,
But when I speak
The heavens listen.
My voice resounds in the quarters of Eloim.
The devils quake in the shadows,
For my words are sharp as daggers
And i am not afraid to use them.

And by God,
You may not know my name,
But you will know my voice.