I Am A Student.

I am a student of simple words--

and complex ones, too.

Paper between my fingers

A memory of svelte and silken cuts

Entirely worth a moment preserved in plastic parchment.

I am an envoy of simple premises--

and complex ones, too.

Witness to a reign of fear and loneliness

I am distant

Because I am afraid my soul will die from love too strong to bear.

I am a survivor of simple grievances--

and complex ones, too.

They took from me identity

'Til left with nothing, I was none

And from a glass-shard ground I was forced to rebuild my face.

I am a messenger of simple concepts--

and complex ones, too.

I know it's hard to love a bitter reflection

But I swear, I promise you

Someday you will be glad you'd found a you to love.

I am an author

Forged and fired

by the words and the heart I reclaimed

From a very sad place and a very sad time

A definition, like a dictionary

Of what I can withstand--

and from poetry, so simple and so complex

I learned to understand.