I Am Becoming

I am becoming. Perception; reality. Every human mind has its own duality. Our good side, our bad side; Life seems to always get the best of me. Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need. So empty, of feeling, When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me. Without a voice, I am powerless. Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess. Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath; I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap. Words all scrambled; put them into order. The writings of a word-thief in a mind of word-warder’s. Left speechless, when all I say is meaningless. The canvass is not unused, it has just not been revealed yet. Artists are there at the start of things; I am but a binary star upon a life made from strings. Pull my rip-cord and let the words all flow; Embrace the darkness we keep inside and let it show. I am your Pinocchio. You are my puppet mistress and my eternal muse; I am just a thing to be used to amuse. Your touch of love upon my love heart in pieces, Let’s me become a ray of light inspired by your wish for a sun And could you give me a hug please? All light flows from your soul into me; I breathe you in to let you see what I hide within. I am becoming a better man, now I am being a better human being; I am growing into the lover I always thought I could become. You take away the fear and let me become what I should have been. It is because of you that I am able to become something from nothing And now this poem is written and your heart has been won… Now my work is done. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.