Inside my brain lest I refrain
lies a deep impulse to explode
The notion of love that comes from heaven above
I was given this gift as a child
with pad and pen & a need to pretend
Hands, heart, face and smile
cause I knew all the while that in time I would shine
to feel the warmth on my face by the sun
the conquest at hand to have a bit of fun
Although those many years would pass
I had every viable reason to grasp
Therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding
a challenge to be set free was a question of time
I had to sit down and learn how to rhyme
of far off places with kings and queens
just another flavor of my favorite ice cream
I searched high and low to be found
Inside I used to hide behind four walls in my mind
solitude…
Why does one negate logic for fear?
For I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having a good book in hand was driving me insane
Suddenly I found myself in the fast lane getting lost again
Until the supernatural came in
now I could hold my breath and count to number ten
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
fallen from the heaven’s from God above,
I fell in love with a unique craft of poetry
lost in sullen brevity amidst its extremities
Finally came full circle to who I really am
just to know deep inside that God alone had a plan
-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT
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