My Own Ink, My Truth Poem by WIN VENTURA

They say, think this, think that,
Measure every step I take..
As if the mind must wear a uniform,
As if every thought must not shake.

But I learned something softer,
Quiet like breath in the rain..
Not every opinion is a problem,
Not every feeling is pain.

I don't write to impress anyone,
I write because I feel.
What I see, what I hear,
What life places within me! !

It comes out real.
Sometimes it's pain,
Sometimes it's peace,
Sometimes things I can't explain.
But it's mine.

If it comes from my seeing,
From what my heart can hear,
Why should I cage it in silence?
Why should I write in fear?

I don't force it to look pretty,
I don't twist it to fit their frame.
If I feel it, I write it.
If I see it, I say it.
If I hear it inside me, I give it a name.

I don't write for approval,
I don't chase perfect lines..
I write what lives in the moment,
What the inside of me defines.

Truth isn't always polished,
It doesn't stand tall and clean..
Sometimes it's messy like footsteps..
On roads no one has seen.

So let them think what they want to think,
I won't trade my voice for control..
As long as I am true to myself,
That is how I stay whole.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA