Ghost Writer

I am the invisible hand that guides your fingers Before the thought has consciously formed Your ears ring with the undertones of your muse She speaks softly and you listen with your heart A passionate story teller in short form and verse Relinquishing every fragile emotion within this abyss Of great pain and sorrow your words begins to bleed All for the sake of protecting me I am the child within I am the adult that screams unfamiliar faith One who is still One whom you so eloquently embrace I am the soul that whispers. no need to shout your name I am the love you search for as you release old shame A ghostwriter living inside a paranoid’s mind Seeking and searching for that moment in time I am your breaking point when all goes mad I am the ocean that rides the tides into the sand Sands of time, sands of stone I am your ghostwriter that will someday …Make you known