Life of a Poem

Pouring my heart and soul onto paper,
so you can read,
these words I savor.

To truly see who I am,
who I try to be,
and maybe even understand.

Without judgment, will you relate,
to the parts of me,
I cant escape?

Only through blood and tears,
can I express,
my many fears.

To one thing or another,
my feelings show through.
No longer will I suffer,

For a few moments, at least,
I know relief.
The burden, released.

Overcome by tunnel vision,
blind to everything,
but my heart's admissions.

So many things coursing through,
confusion so strong,
drowned by truth,

spilling, from a broken dam,
similar, to myself,
everything that I am.

Pressure against my last restraint,
faltering quickly,
'til nothing remains.

Claiming a right for recognition,
standing out, these feelings,
thoughts, and questions.

It makes no difference to me,
make of it what you will.
This is ME you see