I am

Words born to grow into a phrase,

meaningless letters describe a phase.

A moment in time for all to read,

eternally caught born to keep.

Phrases become with time a story,

which shows the writers life in all its glory.

The ups and downs joy and tears,

even know the greatest fear.

Now I read my written thoughts,

created in time and yet feel lost.

Become so humble beneath the sky,

realize that I am alive. . . . .it is true,

. . . .not a lie.