I Will Be Me

Me

The path I take today is a choice
Met with consequence
And the subtle tinge of alteration
Traced alone in ink
By none other than me
It slowly ravels
Shameless into the light
With graceless poise
And thundering presence

Unto each word I say
There comes the shattering of every other
Unto each movement I knit
Is the chosen mark of naked will
A coarse tongue refined in coarser deliberation
A typical act culled from a cloned cloister
Call me witty, call me shitty
Call me loose and unafraid
And in this, I say to you,
“You don’t know my name.”

Past vast commotion, I hear the world
Let it sing a hymn of rapture
To the one who listens today
All it needs is an ear
Of hungry beauty and shallow pay
To need the rhythm of its rhyme
To secure the conviction of perception
Into the art of the undefined
And all the while, I will be
Loving the peace of myself
As I strand myself on the direst edge of sanity
Permitting that ceaseless resurrection of inspiration
While I weave through every shade of atrocity

In fiery rise, I let the world decide
Whether I am sinner or I saint
But deaf to all, I soar in flames
Spectral, trothed, and unashamed
Bursting forth into a moment where I am the center of it all
I am not pretty, I am not beautiful
I am not blind, I do not regret
Right now, in all the glory
In all the misery
I will be me