Who I Am
Who I Am
I am the paper
The blank open space
That awaits the words
I can never say
But constantly float in my head
I am the images
These words create
The story they tell
The safety they provide
From all that has threatened me
I am the point
That scratches on the surface
That forms the words
That creates the magic
That drives me home
I am interpretation
What people see in the words
What they believe it is about
What they need it to mean
What problem they need it to solved
I am release
Everything that builds up inside
Everything that has no escape
Everything that is toxic and decaying
Everything that needs to be rid of
I am guidance
Helping the lost
Helping the broken
Helping the feeble minded
Helping the forgotten
I am poetry
The solution to my problems
The parent who before was absent
The hug during the storm
The patience required
-Taylor Johnson
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