With Symbols I Create

With symbols I create.

Upon this place.


Within me resides my purpose.  My reason.  My drive.

And it’s trying to get out.

Through little symbols I create.

And put upon this place.

I fear if I get them all out,

My purpose and my role will be extinct.

But I fear extinction,

Without leaving every bit of me behind.

Including my drive, my passion, and my purpose.

How can I fear creating until I am void,

If that is my reason to be.

And fear passing from my life,

With remnants of my life still within me.

Is it possible-

I can write myself out of existence.