Undiscovered

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If my life has a theme
It would be my dream,
'Bout this passion that I deem--
Within me that screams,
Where it gleam in a dim,
And like a moonbeam as it seem.

Yet, I am still thrown in this zone,
Where the throne of lone is what I own.
Even though I have shown,
In the pieces that I've sewn,
Yet no cares for how I've grown,
Cause I am nothing, I'm unknown.

But I hold on tight for that little light,
For that little sight that I've seen in the night,
For it shines bright now I've known what is right,
Is to start my flight and became that knight,
With the use of pen I should fight as I might,
Cause when I begin to write it's when I started to fight.

It may be a long process as it required--
For being a writer as I admired,
Things might backfire-- but not what I've aspired--
To be a writer, I will forever be inspired.

For I know I'm a writer, a writer who wandered,
With the multiple pieces who have come to delivered.
With the truths and wisdom that have been uncovered,
Which is still hidden, still undiscovered.
Yes! I'm a writer that no one discovered.

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