You tell me that I am strange.
I laugh too loudly,
I talk too much.
You tell me I’m not normal.
I wear different clothes,
I speak a different way.
You tell me I am different.
Perhaps I am.
But different than what?
Than you?
Because you
Are different than me.
You tell me I am different,
Strange, abnormal.
Have you ever stopped to think?
Maybe you are the strange one.
Maybe you are abnormal.
Maybe…
Maybe you are different.

Will it do withers or wonders?
Life, or the end?
Find a great opportunity,
a foe, or a friend.
it can knock down mountains,
It can close any door
It can topple our strongest,
and many, many more.
Time will continue,
till nothing remains,
The smartest, the brightest,
The small or insane
Take it to mind,
Just where it began,
On the beach of the world,
you are one grain of san

I am a single voice.
A single voice in thousands.
How can I be heard
Over the clamor
Over the chaos
Over the turmoil
Of thousands of voices?
A spoken word
Can only say so much.
But the written word
Can say so much more.
They say a picture
Is worth a thousand words.
A poem
Is worth a million
A poem says what no one else can say,
And does what no one else can do.
A poem
Can reach
Beyond imagination,
To places in your heart,
Your mind,
Your being,
You didn’t know existed.
A poem
Can be anything

That is why I write.