Ghost Writer

I am the invisible hand that guides your fingers

Before the thought has consciously formed

Your ears ring with the undertones of your muse

She speaks softly and you listen with your heart

A passionate story teller in short form and verse

Relinquishing every fragile emotion within this abyss

Of great pain and sorrow your words begins to bleed

All for the sake of protecting me

I am the child within

I am the adult that screams unfamiliar faith

One who is still

One whom you so eloquently embrace

I am the soul that whispers no need to shout your name

I am the love you search for as you release old shame

A ghostwriter living inside a paranoid’s mind

Seeking and searching for that moment in time

I am your breaking point when all goes mad

I am the ocean that rides the tides into the sand

Sands of time, sands of stone

I am your ghostwriter that will someday make you known