Poetic Senses

In a private life, it began with me always with an
absence of reasoning to personalize myself.
My qualification didn’t seem to be self-important,
time had control to weaken the mind, it was no doubt.
A perfect solution to fit into society, to join the crowd
outside, to walk along, not hide from my own self.
A concealment fills no freedom, in a secret confinement,
heart and soul is a turning point, to see what life is about.
I am what I am, that is the way God made me, a human
being, equal to another in a beautiful life, to be my friend.
When I can believe in me and love myself as God wants,
the punishment will be over, I will understand in the end
Inside the wall of life are my poetic senses where dream 
Comes true these are with me for the reward as it may seem