I am free

I am dead poet giving birth to a pen and paper
As they all dance to the rhythm of my words
Expressing what long deep inside was suppressed
As I liberate these thoughts that haunts my being

Dead for long had I been before I was given life
Through time I have travelled and space in time
Seeking which once seemed at time  had died
In these words birth is given to this child
For in him lies what once was in scrolls
For only those that are called wise can read