I tell THEM I will get THERE…
THEY laugh till they drop, saying I’m mad.
If madness is bad, I guess every talent is bad.
THEY, the people, say I’m lucky because they’ve never seen my tears.
They say it must be easier for me to get THERE – to success.
But I’d never bother explaining how I bleed with my pen,
That I knit words to create a cloth to wipe my tears.
They ask, “Will words feed you?”
I respond, “They are actually the reason I’m still breathing.”