Rhythm

there is a rhythm 

that beats on my skull

it sounds off its waves 

in the force of my soul

this rhythm speaks like a 

treasurable heart of a gold

this is my passion, this is 

why I must break the mold

I will slow down the 

tempo like adagio

and reveal myself from 

hiding in these shadows

I will play with the 

words to synthesize,

and empathize 

with the same

delicacy like the

wings of butterflies

I am not to be 

lost in my dreams,

I will see them 

in the physical, 

to make it would 

be a miracle, but

this is my meaning, 

this life is rhythmical 

in it's elements of 

strength and weakness,

I will go down living 

out my true purpose

- Leah Rae