I am an ocean of hopeless dreams
I am choking on powerless screams
I am a wound that cannot be healed
I am a feeling left unrevealed –
I am a past which cannot be changed
I am a puzzle kept unarranged
I am an ache of desperation
I am words forgotten ... hesitation
I am seeing nothing and losing myself
I am a friend left alone on an empty shelf
I am all of an empty and all of a full
I am unimportant and ever sorrowful
I am the one who is reaching and never receives
I am lost in a forest of nightmares and thieves
I am worthy of something and worthy of freeing
I am my family, my heart, my wellness, my being
I am what I am.
About the author
Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.
Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.