Clareprunellpoetry

Where others see a broken frame, I find a power, not a shame. A fierce light burning in the dark, An unexpected, brilliant spark. No loose threads, no double takes, No second guessing past mistakes. A mind that maps ten moves ahead, Clear-eyed where others doubt to tread. The doors are locked, the keys in place, Precision moves through time and space. Decisions fast, the logic clear, No room for hesitation here. I read a room before a word, I feel the unspoken and the heard. A deep set radar, sharp and true, That feels what others are going through. And then the spark, the sudden drive, Where fast ideas come alive. To build, to make, to paint, to write, And turn the vision into light. An iron will, an inner drive, That fought through hell to stay alive. To break the chains, to clear the slate, And bend my body, mind, and fate. When mountains stand, I do not bend, I see the goal and reach the end. No looking back, no standing still, Bound by an unbelievable will. Unfiltered truth in what I speak, A steady core when winds are bleak. Honest, direct, and fully whole, The high speed engine of my soul.