For All Intents and Purposes

One day, I'll find the words 

or maybe the courage to talk about my life. 

With no pause or platitude

I'll read aloud the story written on my skin.

 The tune my heart is humming. 

One day, I'll dig down deep into the pit 

and show you where I used to live. 

I'll tell you what I've known since I was 13 years old. 

My life has been like a praise song whispered 

in the dead of the night, yet silent under the sun... 

It has been like seed scattered across

the field, but the rain is yet to come.