I took off like an eagle.
Swore my mighty wings and flapped them towards the sun .Did I know it would burn me ?
I strode away with the tides of the wind , cursing on everyone and setting my blood on fire.
I was uncontrollable like a house on fire , burning to die.
I hid my talent off in a brown dying box up in the ettic.
Hoping to die soon .

But tonight dreams call for me .
I need to scare off the world.
So hand me my pen and paper.
Let me heal the sick.
Let me break boundaries and let me relax the tired.
I just want to write and write and write and write…
This one last poem.
A piece of me to the world