my little book of poems

Det Här Är Jag

As the walking dead get closer and closer

To my farm home, my safe house, my escape of reality

It gets harder to tell fact from fiction

To tell what time is here and what time is gone

To play the music loud enough to drown out the voices of insecurity

To just stop a minuet and take a breath in

And as they latch on to my hair

Grab my clothes and body

Stripping me of everything on the outside

Just leaving what's left on the inside

As I lay naked on the ground covered in the skin I'm glad is still mine

With my blood pumping through my veins

With my eyes still able to see worlds and galaxies

With my ears to hear the words of encouragement and block out the sounds that summon my demons

Because I know I may be small

I know I may be insignificant

I know I might be the ittiest, bittyest speck on the face of the earth

But if I have words to say I will stand where everyone can hear my voice in the loud roar that I chose as my voice

Make sure that not one note goes unsung by the angel that I make speak for me

And make sure that it's the only word I'll ever speak

JUST GOT BACK FROM MY FIRST POETRY MEETING OF THE YEAR!!!! UPDATING 'CAUSE I'M IN THE MOOD!