Memo from the writer: This is a reverse poem, it is meant to be read down and then back up again to reveal a new meaning.
There lies the whispers of my heart
Born through the joys of the world
Stories of the love untold
My heart racing through my words
Imagination coming to life inside of a repurposed page
A voice in my head telling me to fill it
Solving world problems in a way that I can be heard
My mind finally understood
Innocence written through magical fantasy
A story taking shape through the virtues in my life
As life goes on my stories unfold
Love still overflows
Destruction starts to grow
Horrors starting to take shape
Monsters from my mind coming to life
The older I grow, the more monsters I face
The older I grow, the more I write to remember my heart
Heart beating fast for the fears exposed
My heart changing as childhood grows
The words that used to show joy now show despair
The words that used to show love now show my growth
My heart runs to the truth now more than before
Tears are the ink on my pages
Born through this hopeless world
There lies the whispers of my heart
