“I had, never been, A writer. My words, My thoughts, My feelings, Had always flowed, From my lips. And yet now, They simply flow. A great River, Has raged within me, All of my days, And now, The Dam, Is broken, And it indeed, flows, Endless, Unstoppable. As the Art, Evolves, Screams, I fear not, To embrace it, But only, To Dam it back up. I have always been, The Soul, Of a Warrior, A Poet, An Artist, And yet now, Even now, Especially now, I am more, Growing, Evolving, Free. A River of Fire, Rushing, Raging, Overflowing, The shores, Of my limitations.”
