I Can

I can write about the light as it reflects my shadow’s past

I can write about the future as a ship with a broken mast

I’ll write to seek an answer to the question of my life

I’ll carve up my inner mind using words just like a knife.

I can write about the tree with its leaves blowing in the breeze

I can write of every reason that I’ve been brought down to my knees

I’ll write about a theory and let it float away

I’ll turn up life’s volume with all I fail to say.

I can write about the world I see before my eyes

I can write about the senseless materialistic lies

I’ll write about the inches between both of my ears

I’ll shine a focused spotlight into my house of fears.

I can write about each stone while stepping higher still

I can write about the balance at the apex of the hill

I’ll write the prose I see written on the wall

I’ll answer life’s despair by rising to the call.