I write to remember

I write to remember
All that came before
This moment, ours;
I write to exist some-
Where when I have
Gone, leaving only
What you care to
Read of me.

I hold back in fear
Of being seen as I
Am, not as I want
To be; but, maturity
Lowers those drawn
Bridges, giving chase
To recall all I’ve glossed,
So I may remember
What I’ve lost to time
And ignorance.

I write to read who I am,
As I’ve always felt disconnected
From this shell, the limitations
Of a mind given chase to
A world requiring life,
More so than observation.

I write to read who I am,
As I’ve made a habit of
Being truer to word than
Thought, though they
Should go hand-in-hand.