Poem

I’m gonna re-write my story Write it in bold letters on iron tablets See, the past has been reeling me in too many times Spiraling me inside it’s vortex like a helpless leaf in a storm. Nights of tearful contemplations, breathless internal fights Disclosing and admitting fears embedded within me, Tonight I’m re-writing my story. See, I may not have started out clean cut and definite, pre-meditated. I may not have been of good stock But I look upon the stereotypes with aghast. For now the small bits and pieces have been stitched together- And reinforced with strong seams. Yeah, I may not spell and say words correctly. I may not put together colors alright, But inside; The colors match, the words make sense Tonight, I loosen this rope