Unkept

Holding Myself back I,

Almost died a whisper.

But, I was born to make a Wonderful Sound.

Echoing through Hills and Valleys and Mountains.

Pleasing to Ears and Eyes

Of Myself.

Tending to the will of others

Left me Unkept.

Unloved. Forgotten. Alone.

Until I remembered only I could atone

For sins against Myself.

My will, be done.

I will be One with me,

Once again.

Jarryon