I'm her who's words flow as mighty as the river rippling forth from my mind, streaming through my pen; who's words lie in waiting to be spilled from anothers lips.
I'm her who goes unnoticed, but everyone likes all the same;
who struggles to stand out and become fully realized.
I'm her who has become a random, faceless number for some to display;
a link among a vast sea of others.
In plain sight for one to find, ready to be known, hoping to inspire.
Come find me
Meditate on my words
Feel my emotions
I'm her who's a real human with a story to tell.