Who I am
I am one with the keyboard
One with a pencil or pen.
To speak a word to someone
Is like being in a lion's den.
Flowing through my figures like a light breeze
Words just naturally come to me.
But to speak them I'm a cowardly dame,
It is an unspoken shame.
For if I could only speak my words I write,
I may be able to shed the darkness and see the light.
