Finding Poetry

There was a day when I couldn't speak.. A day when I was small and meek.. I cried to ears that couldn't hear.. Only got consumed by many fears.. My screams were muffled and silent.. My hands couldn't write straight, only bent.. Words that came out had no direct feeling.. I stood on a stage where only seats had a meaning.. Then my voice was finally heard over the noise.. Now I sing in lines that are played with like small toys.. Piano keys and a paint brush are my screams.. But only poetry and love can fulfill my dreams.. Fairways and skylines are my picture.. Just a man who wanted to be heard and not just a fixture..