My Voice

My words

Are a song

That haunt

My dreams

And caress my

Curves as I

Walk through

My day.

They are tattoos

On my skin

That fade

As I write

Them down

And lovers

That leave

When we don't

Need each other

Anymore.

They are a

Sword in my

Hand and a

Bow on my

Back.

Clay in my

Hands.

Inspiration in

My eyes.

They are my

Innermost

Being.

They are

The essence

Of

Who

I

Am.