I have always just been who I am

A little quieter than the rest

A touch wild yet somehow soft

A little angry but full of love

Holding grudges in my forgiveness 

Remembering what you expect me to forget.

Saying words in silence and writing without ink;

I write poems in my head as I go, 

Always have, always will,

And pray that the words will stay until

I find a page to place them upon.