Something Must Have a Name

I don't consider myself a Poet and a Writer but something must have a name. There's a world trapped inside me Watching the world outside of me Through the lenses of my being, What they are witnessing is not foreign But rather does not possess the deeper sense of meaning. My heart, the only connection between the two. From within I pour out a life In the form of words on this paper sheet These letters are not for everyone but yours alone, To provoke and hurt you with the truth that sounds like lies. Lines that leaves no stone unturned To reveal that you have not been unlived. Soon when your wings regains strength You shall fly so high as if the force of gravity Has lost its power. The glitters from your colourful sterling wings Shall be seen as the stars possessed By the book of possibilities. Something must have a name.