What is it to speak?

What is it to live?

For me it is my way,

The glory of my heart,

That burns like a fire,

With no end and no start,

For me it is defiance,

From the common rule,

To marry and make babies,

That is not my world,

My children are my drawings,

My stories are my voice,

My body maybe limited,

But my mind has a voice,

It screams it's ideas to your very core,

Those ideas will haunt you,

Like the word “Nevermore”.