This Voice

This voice I use to write my poem,

Is the total of my life experiences,

The crazy nature I face each day,

I look at it as a necessary danger,

To bring things up and throw down fear,

The ever-present struggle for balance,

I want to read but find it hard,

I need to be who I can fall to,

All these desires sometimes clash so much,

But I stand my ground,

To see my fate.