I am a writer.

I want to smile,
But tears slip instead.
I see myself within
The craters of the moon,
A reflection of light,
And a trick to the eye.

I am the tiger feared by most,
Marked with black;
Not pure like the dear
Grazing silently on the plains,
Enjoying the life of spring;
Graceful and delicate,
Warm and elegant.

They're nothing like me,
Oh, nothing like me.

Don’t compare me to daisies,
For I am sharp with thorns of a rose.
Don’t say I’m like radiant sunshine,
For I cower in the shadows of night.
Don’t match my paws
To those of a beautiful,
Rosy cheeked girl,
But please
See my potential.
Shine your love into each
Of my golden eyes.
Glimpse at me, and allow
A grin to spread across
Your hopeful lips.

Watch me pounce,
Though I do not relate to the agile deer.
Watch me capture the Earth
Within outstretched claws,
As raindrops glide from their edge.
I carry a heart
That can be shattered
With just one shutter of a storm;
A flimsy piece of creation.

Hear my growls
Echo throughout the land
As the wind tries to silence
My thunder,
Yet my voice grows stronger
As time stumbles by.

Watch as each stripe is replaced
With glimmering stars,
Each gleaming through a violet sky;
The sky a synonym for life itself,
A canvas for the twilight.

Watch as these words
Become my smile,
And then
Watch me write.