I am

Somewhere between a man and a boy,
I exist.
In between creation and death,
I live.
In the midst of pain and sorrow,
I laugh.
Among the turmoil of my mind,
I think.
And in this cold and heartless world,
I love.

All these truths speak to me and tell me that,
I am.

love

i sent my sister love
i sent it in a poem
it took my deep emotions
spread them on the paper
it let her know i care

my sister wrote in prose
or maybe it was meter
and told the world without falter
of what it meant to her