Words I said, things I would do, I analyzed my behaviors thru and thru. . .
Writing poems calms me down,
these rhymes serve as my lost and found;
Emotions I have but don't know are there,
come to the surface when the pen and paper pair.
How it happens? I don't know...
but I believe that it truly does show,
that the feelings that run very deep
are not laying dormant nor asleep -
They simply needed to be accessed, I just had to find the door -
now I have the way in, so I can enter and explore...
Being vulnerable scares me,
and letting people know my struggles and imperfections frightens me as well;
but maybe as I share my story, teach, learn, and grow, the worries will quell.