Aa Harvey

I am becoming

I am becoming.

Perception; reality.

Every human mind has its own duality.

Our good side, our bad side;

Life seems to always get the best of me.

Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need.

So empty, of feeling,

When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me.

Without a voice, I am powerless.

Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess.

Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath;

I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap.

Words all scrambled; put them into order.

The writings of a word-thief in a mind of word-warder’s.

Left speechless, when all I say is meaningless.

The canvas is not unused, it has just not been revealed yet.

Artists are there at the start of things;

I am but a binary star upon a life made from strings.

Pull my rip-cord and let the words all flow;

Embrace the darkness we keep inside and let it show.

I am your Pinocchio.

You are my puppet mistress and my eternal muse;

I am just a thing to be used to amuse.

Your touch of love upon my love heart in pieces,

Let’s me become a ray of light inspired by your wish for a sun

And could you give me a hug please?

All light flows from your soul into me;

I breathe you in to let you see what I hide within.

I am becoming a better man, now I am being a better human being;

I am growing into the lover I always thought I could become.

You take away the fear and let me become what I should have been.

It is because of you that I am able to become something from nothing

And now this poem is written and your heart has been won…

Now my work is done.