When I write a poem
I’m expressing my core.
Listening and confronting
what I cannot ignore.
I’m touching my heaven.
I’m holding a dime.
Letting my silence
come away for a time.
Putting paid to a chapter,
I’m on a new page.
I’m expressing, undressing,
giving voice to my rage.
I’m trembling my fury.
I’m pacing my doubt.
I’m stressing, confessing.
I’m figuring it out.
When I write a poem
it isn’t for your reading,
it’s to finally express
all it is that I’m bleeding.
I may touch a chord.
I might connect a dot.
I might pull a thread closer,
to a unrecognized thought.
But, please understand me,
though, I am quite glad to be seen,
it’s not really about you.
If you know what I mean.