Who am I
To speak such words
To make one feel
To disappear
To be alone
I step out into the light
Hold my hand out to myself
To bring me from my knees
Making myself cry
Holding onto my life
Looking at the past
To find nothing that has become
To look away makes it that much harder
I stand appond the cracks
Where my words follow
To speak now is to be content
For who I am, For what I am
Am I ready?