I am a verse wrapped inside a chorus, I am a blanket of lyrics sewn together by a string of words which both define, and destroy me. I am the aftermath of a powerful storm, I am the rainbow dancing through the sky as the thunder quietly fades away. I am the last kid picked, the first one blamed, and the only one stupid enough to stand still just long enough to watch it all slip away.

I am 27 years old, my heart feels 40 and my inner child is trapped somewhere between 15 and 16 when my world was torn from beneath me. I will follow my heart until the day that I die, I am forgiving myself for wasting my time. I am a geek, a gear head, an artist, a poet, a writer, a musician, a friend, a son, a brother and a lover. I am strong and I am free, but when you smile my love I grow weak in the knees.

I am built atop a mountain which cannot be swayed; I rest upon a foundation of memories made.  I am the words that sooth your soul, the hand wiping away your tears, and the solace you seek when facing your fears. I am the gentle breeze which brushes your face, I am slowly making up for a life of mistakes. I am dancing in the ashes of the bridges I burned, I am often reminded of the lessons I’ve learned.

I am selfish and for that I am sorry, I want nothing more than to be the smile on your face when you wake up each morning. I am confident in my presence yet ashamed of my body. I am loved and in love yet afraid of being hurt, I am fully aware that true loves still takes work. I am the waves in the ocean I break just before the shore, I am my hand wrapped in yours three squeezes, then four.

I am alive and I am here with my arms spread out wide, I am quietly fighting this war deep inside. I am lost but I am finding the light in your eyes, which is gently guiding me to who I confide. I am all the best things you see in my eyes, trapped somewhere between what’s real and disguised. I am all but perfect my scars tend to remind, I am who I am, a story written in time.