BECOMING WHO I AM AGAIN

This is who I have not been over the years., These words I write are my soul becoming one with this body that they had me borrow as I trace the outline of my mind that I call home before I close my eyes to a new end, a different start, a new feeling inside of my old heart.

This is who I am. I have always been this outlaw, this poet, but now that I have found love again for my words that are at last being heard and I found my never-ending love across the universe, I found the meaning of a life that they thought I would never know, but in the darkness of the night I did grow.

I never knew how I knew all the things I did because I was told as a child by my teachers you are just too dumb to learn. I had a choice; I could have taken those words to heart, but I decided not to. I burnt their books and wrote my own to be this new-generation teacher.

This is who I am, and this gifted life is the only one, for now, worth living for until the undertaker comes to my door to my body away, but my soul will float on until it finds the freedom of another lover of words.