Neverland

I can never write a poem
but I struggle with one
for the forbidden words 
silenced by shame and shyness
need a cover

I can never paint
but I hold a brush
to sketch the dreams i dare to live
the dreams that find no place
except for the white canvass

I can never sing
yet I cleave to the guitar
for the hope of music i long to hear
the unsung tunes that it will sing
where notes of love has gathered dust

I can never die
for I yearn to live
the million deaths that come to me
to see a bloom in the darkest grave
where we thought it can never be