Mother I am a poet

At times I'd crave to be out in the park
Painting the darkening
Lines of life
With a spunk of colour
Leaning on my back
Facing the west

My excellence shines
When my fingers twitch uncontrollably
With sweat trickling down my
Skinny arms
Mother
Yours was the sun shining through the cracks of the box they tried to close me into

Learning that two wrongs don't make a right
But to have peace
We've always had to fight
Fight the temptations
Fight the peer pressure
Till those demons take flight

Mother I am a poet
I screamed out into the night
Hoping that the chilly wind
Will carry my ambitions
And forge its elevation
Into the sky
So they stare down on me
Bright as the stars adorning the skies
And holding the window bars
I'd sigh
At least when I die
A piece of me will be forever etched into existence

Mother I am a poet
Five minutes before 00:00 strikes
I bleed on paper
I bleed
I bleed
From paper cuts
And broken bulbs
Till I'm plunged in darkness
And even so
I don't really need guidance
My feet already know the way

I am a poet
Mother I am a poet