for my voice is as valid and deserves to be heard.
So when confronted by obstacles either real or insane
I put the pen to the paper and write against the grain.
Motivation unanswered will certainly fade,
as intentions without matching actions will wane.
Dreams without sleep slowly drift to dust,
and a resolve of steel without mettle will rust.
Though thoughts may come muddled and words follow suit
there is no denying the underlying truth.
So I’ll continue to whisper through duration of voice
for my veins bleed poetry and I don’t have a choice.