Self Discovery

As I embarked upon My odyssey

Albeit with false modesty

Completely unbeknownst to Me

What a cross to bear that it would be

Looked at with scrutiny wherever I go

In a manner perceived all too apropos

As the pain that life often bestows

Is most often felt by those

Who tend to leave Themselves exposed 

I'd rather not count the number of times 

When through the canal of an open mind

I've given birth by choice to design

To something conducive to free verse or rhyme

The carousels of snow that I've frollicked upon

That have melted as fast as the Winters have gone

I've been a portrait that has yet to be drawn

As well as the lyrics to an unfinished song

Just as a subject becomes at one with the Artist

And the light becomes at one with the darkness

An eclipse that one could look into

So They could go blind and therefore better see You

Am I the word that one thinks for two Weeks to write

Or the poem that comes to Them in one Night

To dream alone or to sleep with the masses

Opting for the former each Evening that passes

Dignity and shame share the same space

As a movie with the novel on which it's based

A block of ice embraced by the sun

Until the whole world and I melt into one

An immoral with principles the size of a dime

Eager to prove it time after time

A poet who knows when the words that He's penned

Have exhausted Their stay and must come to an end