Brambles and Rambles

In all that I write

And all that I dream

Words cannot carry

My voice as it seems

To be lost in the shuffle

Of whispers and screams

Tepidly tiptoeing

Around the briars

Only to boldly

Dance in the fire

Passion suppressed

Is not passion at all

So I’ll rise to the summit

And take to the fall

In all that I write

And all that I feel

This is my story

This is my real