To Be

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I am the author of my every word,

The culprit of my pain,

I am the architect of my mistakes,

The torn reflection of what I say

I am the painter of my vulnerable state,

The singer of a voice that breaks,

I am the director of an endless play,

The silent actor on a fragile stage

I am the sunrise on a trembling sea,

The distant light that must go free,

I am the sunset of every woven tear,

The honest melancholy,

That is so hard to bear.

I am the rain that falls with grace,

The endless road that calls your name,

I am the flower in a desert field,

The delicate soul that yearns to love,

To be heard,

To be.