I'm alive

I'm a writer,

A poet,

Screaming to the world that I exist,

I'm not a silent relic floating around,

Not some puppet to be fiddled with,

Not a sculptor's grotesque creation,

Or a phantasm frozen in time,

I do not evanesce into the wind like dust and ashes,

I'm not of nails and stone,

I have a heart that beats,

A soul that sings,

A tale to be told,

Though my notion is unspoken,

My musings nameless,

My being obscure,

I still have a life,

I always did,

So I'll scream and scream and scream in my elegies

Till the world knows I'm alive.

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.