This is a poem
To me, a wordsmith without words
A man startled by his own powerful reflection.
Hath i potential to raise seas?
Possibly, but i wrap firmly beneath a facade,
of "the guy who could be more"
I feel safe and my territorial manners
jump starts a defense mechanism
Anger replaces the bitterness
of "what ifs" and "could've beens"
So this is to me and my dreaded inability
i stand a butterfly with clipped wings
And that it seems is just me