Me

Do you see me? When you study the lines on my face and sense the darkness behind my stare Do you dare attempt to justify the scars that I must bear? Do you hear me? Although my voice bellows and enunciates as clear as day Do you truly grasp every syllable and comprehend the message they convey? Do you understand me? Do the mere words I present as my life’s work on a page Give you a glimpse into my soul exposing my passion … my rage? Do you love me? Whether reveling in my triumphs or entombed in my despair Did you embrace me as your Brother and include me in your prayers? Do you know me? If eyes are windows to the soul Can you look past the hunger, the pain And see what truly ignites my passion And pulses through my veins? Do you fear me? For I escaped from the abyss Where men drown in their despair And the mind drags the soul To where the body would never dare.