I came alive today.
Searching for a topic,
From all of the above.

And there I was -
My face all over the page.
A short rest came to its end, and
I was alive again.

A quick burst of excellence,
A shot of passion for my veins.
And I remembered what I had not forgotten,
But had laid to waste -

That I am here for a reason.
And I do have something to say.
There is no need in searching for words -
When they flow like ink, over the page.

I am not an author,
Or creator.
I’m just a pen in hand,
A voice in a word,
And an unheard man.