It begins a little fuzzy and

dark

But it begins there nonetheless

It begins with a face so white and

stark

Who goes by the name of Dial

 

It begins with his English

assignment

"Read and recite Poe's Raven"

One verse in, and the stars formed

alignment

And here is where the story clears

 

It begins with a newfound

pain

Constant and aching

The epiphany that I am not

sane

Relentless, relentless, everyday

 

It begins with Dial's empty

shell

His pained voice murmuring

"I look into your eyes and I see

Hell

In fact, a mere reflection of my own"

 

It begins with a kind

suggestion

It worked to get him through his pain

"Writing helps, that is no

question,

Take this pen and let it help you"

 

It begins with my world turned to

paper

Nevermore in my flesh and mind

I tore my skin and bled words like

vapor

And what landed became poetry

 

It begins with an embarrassed

whisper

Could you read this and see if it's okay?

But the words had flowed and came out

crisper

And I knew, already knew, I had found my freedom

 

It begins a little fuzzy and filled with

hurt

But there has to be a beginning somewhere

And while my mind still kicks me to the

dirt

It both begins and will end with me