Prose - I Wish To Be
I wish to be
What I cannot see
But only feel
The honest cry
Can only be
What is real
I wish to be
The unproven
Sense
In silent purpose
And longing
Without pretense
I wish to be
In turbulent
Flow
In horror
And shame
Because of what I know
I wish to be
In a constant state
Of inspiration
Walking
With nature
Without conversation
I wish to be
Sad without laughter
Or lightness
Raw nerved
Expressed
In pained fullness
I wish to be
You
To mingle your pain
With my own
To see your heart
And it’s ugly stain
I wish to be
Alone
In my walk
To know
What I am
A dove or a rock?
I wish to be
What cannot be touched
By another's hand
A soul
Nothing more
In my own land
I wish to be
Involved
Not entertained
Original
In thought
Unexplained
I wish to be
Myself
But open
Energy
Honest
In pure emotion