What does it feel like, deep within your mind; A yearning to be seen, yet hidden, confined?
You crave to be heard, yet hold back your voice; Afraid that your pride might leave others no choice.
To share your achievements could come off as boast; But they don’t know the journey, the battles you’ve faced the most.
I long to be here, and I yearn to be there; Like Dr. Seuss, wishing to wander everywhere.
My greatest ambition is to bring joy to those who are near; It’s what eases my thoughts, allows my heart to stay clear.
Yet sometimes I find myself weary, inside and out; Unsure how to express what my soul is all about.
I wish you could read every word on my heart; Instead of when I talk you only get a little part.
Hence why I have always loved to write; It’s where I can pour out my soul and no one can tell me it’s not right.
